This is like sneaking into that old cigar lounge downtown, only to find out the rumors are true: it’s haunted by the ghosts of flamenco guitarists. Find a Corinthian leather seat, peruse the mahogany humidors, and fill your glass. It’s all complex berry falseta and percussive earthy golpe, while wisps of caramel and spice rise all around—haunting elegance amidst propulsive rhythm and energy. And when you wake up on a foggy beach, you can hardly tell if it was real… except for that Montecristo in your pocket.
Aged in 75% New French Oak for 24 months
