Argyle Fumas Connecticut Toro Staff review

Today I’m reviewing one of the cheapest, mildest, and best utility smokes in our whole darned warehouse: Argyle Fumas Connecticut. I’m smoking a classic 6 by 50 Toro. Let me tell you, I’m accustomed to smoking all kinds of cigars that would challenge the Scoville scale for most folks – so much so that they call me “Leather Tongue” around the office. There are legends in this building that my tongue could hammer nails into a cinder block, and they’re more than mere exaggerations. The guys in the warehouse routinely give me unsolicited nods when I’m strolling around – and it’s out of pure respect. They know there’s no cigar that’s ever been on a forklift back there that my palate can’t handle. I’ve even been asked for my autograph on a few occasions.

That’s why it’s mandatory you pay attention to my glowing endorsement of a cigar that’s on the opposite end of the strength spectrum. If you’re among the unconverted, you can take my word to the bank. Mild cigars don’t land on my radar unless they’re worthy, and Argyle Fumas Connecticut checks the boxes for taste, aroma, consistency, and, especially, price. My wife’s never complained when an Argyle bill comes in the mail. Why? Because she knows a precious bundle of Argyle Fumas that start around a buck fifty per stick could easily be a $10 or $20 handmade from another more hoity-toity brand; but I’ve done my due diligence and rooted out the best cigars your money can buy for the cheapest prices and I’m delivering them to you – and to cigar lovers everywhere who stick to a strict budget – on a silver platter. Or, maybe a tin platter if your budget is as frugal as mine.

First of all, Fumas, also called Cuban Sandwich cigars, aren’t your standard fare. They’re cigars made from a mix of long-filler and short-filler tobaccos – the chopped-up remnants that accumulate during the manufacturing process of other long-filler premiums. You’ll find Fumas from tons of big name brands, including Alec Bradley White Gold, Padilla Fumas Maduro, and Rocky Patel Mulligans Caddy’s Choice. As the resident Fumas specialist at Holt’s, I’ve savored scores of Fumas over the past thirty years in my vast library of staff reviews, so I know what brands are worthy of your hard-earned dollars.   

Because Argyle Fumas Connecticut cigars are sealed in a simple 20-count cellophane bundle, not a penny is wasted on the packaging. A light-blue cigar band is gently applied over a delectable golden-blond Connecticut Shade wrapper. Inside, you’ll discover a premium Cuban Sandwich amalgam of Dominican tobaccos assembled to a fortuitously high standard for flavor and combustion.

As I slide a Toro from the center of a fresh bundle and delicately unsheathe it from its cellophane sleeve, a luscious bouquet of cedar, nuts, and bakery bread emerges. A quick snip to the cap unleashes a soft profile of coffee with cream, buttered toast, and cashews when I spin the cigar between my lips a few times and take in a generous and flawless cold draw.

As the uncontested ‘Most Trusted Name in Value Cigars,’ you won’t find floor sweepings or chicken feathers in the bounds of an Argyle band, friends. Lesser, competing Fumas can resort to those tactics, but not Argyle. Every cigar is patiently assembled by seasoned artisans in one of the Dominican Republic’s premier cigar factories. As such, I’m one of the proud few who isn’t afraid to light a Fumas with a cedar spill to preserve the many subtle nuances of taste and aroma Argyle has proven to deliver.

Milky clouds of pure white smoke blossom under the fluorescent lights in my office. I’m not even five minutes in before a flurry of coworkers perks up and demands to know what I’m smoking. A creamy sequence of draws reveals notes of nuts, nougat, and Lindor white chocolate truffles. Could I be dreaming? Hints of white pepper and oak bring a bit of foundation to this otherwise airy and ultra-mellow Toro.

While other Fumas can be plagued by construction issues from time to time, Argyle Fumas exhibit no deficiencies in the draw department. The ash is surprisingly firm too, although I tap it off more often than normal. Notes of cedar, pepper, and macadamias perpetuate an easygoing profile that lacks any tangible bitterness. By the time I strip the band off and prepare to devour the nub, fifty-five minutes have passed, and I’m already pulling a second cigar from the bundle to fire up posthaste. The aftertaste is resplendent in every way.

My best advice is to procure a scrumptious batch of Argyle Fumas Connecticut for your coolerdor today. What’s not to love? They’re impossibly cheap, supremely tasty, and your wife won’t mind if you smoke one after another because the price won’t interfere with your car payment.

Until next time, long ashes to you!