Some cigars feel like celebrations, while others are simply meant to be savored in quiet moments. The My Father Le Bijou 1922 falls into the latter category for me.
On a lazy Sunday afternoon, I found myself reaching for this gem. The pre-light aroma hinted at floral notes and rich tobacco, and the cold draw promised a symphony of flavor. True to form, the first third delivered a peppery zest, quickly rounded out by a mix of dark chocolate and leather.
The middle section was where the magic really happened: a delightful creaminess joined the profile, with subtle notes of toasted almonds and a whisper of citrus on the retrohale. By the final third, the cigar grew bolder, offering a satisfying crescendo of spices and earthy depth.
It’s a medium-to-full-bodied smoke, and I’d recommend it for when you have time to truly relax and appreciate the journey. I paired it with a glass of bourbon, the smoky caramel notes complementing the cigar perfectly.
My dad and I shared a box of these when I turned 30, and every time I light one up, it’s like revisiting that milestone. It’s more than a cigar—it’s a reminder of how far I’ve come.