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Thursday afternoons have always carried a different pace. The work is mostly done, the weekend is close enough to see on the horizon, and life seems to slow down just enough to appreciate the little things. On this particular late afternoon, I loaded up Saber, my faithful Belgian Malinois, into my black Silverado—better known around our house as “Saber’s Limo”—and headed to my favorite city park.
The ride over was quiet and comfortable. Saber occupied his usual spot, looking out the window as if he were conducting official business for the afternoon. By the time we arrived, the park was pleasantly empty, with only a handful of people scattered across the walking paths.
We made our way to my favorite spot beneath a massive aged oak tree whose sprawling canopy has provided shade and comfort for countless afternoons. I settled onto the weathered wooden bench beneath it while Saber immediately began inspecting the area for important Malinois matters.
With the setting secured, I pulled out an Undercrown El Tigre Dominicano Toro and prepared for what would become one of those memorable afternoons that remind you why slowing down every now and then is so important.
Beside me sat a bottle of cold sparkling water, which would become my companion throughout the smoke. Saber, meanwhile, had his own refreshment station: a bowl of fresh iced water that he enthusiastically visited between his athletic performances.
The park belonged to us.
And the afternoon officially began.
Pre-Light
The Ecuadorian Sumatra wrapper looked beautiful under the filtered sunlight coming through the oak branches. Its milk-chocolate color carried a subtle sheen while the soft box press felt perfectly balanced in hand.
The wrapper aroma revealed cedar, earth, cocoa, and baking spices. The foot offered deeper notes of espresso and pepper. A cold draw brought toasted bread and light cocoa sweetness.
Everything suggested a cigar with depth and refinement.
After a careful toast, the first draw delivered exactly that.
First Third
The opening notes arrived with smooth white pepper, roasted espresso, cedar, and a rich earthy foundation.
The smoke was thick, creamy, and luxurious. It drifted upward through the oak branches, creating ribbons of blue-gray smoke that seemed to hang motionless in the late afternoon air.
As I slowly worked through the first third, I alternated between draws on the cigar and refreshing sips of sparkling water. The carbonation proved to be an excellent palate cleanser, helping each flavor stand out clearly.
Meanwhile, Saber was conducting high-speed operations.
The tennis ball flew.
Saber launched.
The tennis ball returned.
The cycle repeated.
Again.
And again.
And again.
The enthusiasm of a Belgian Malinois never ceases to amaze me.
Eventually he wandered over, took a long drink of his iced water, and collapsed briefly in the grass before deciding retirement wasn’t for him just yet.
Second Third
The second third is where the El Tigre Dominicano truly found its stride.
Dark chocolate emerged alongside roasted nuts and espresso crema. The pepper moved into the background while the Dominican tobaccos introduced subtle sweetness and complexity.
The burn remained razor sharp and the draw effortless.
This was also when Saber discovered what he believed to be the greatest archaeological find in the history of South Florida.
A fallen oak branch.
He proudly picked it up and carried it around as if he had personally harvested it from the tree above us.
A few moments later I looked over and found him lying on his back, all four paws in the air, rolling happily in the grass while somehow managing to keep hold of his prized branch.
I couldn’t help but laugh.
There I sat, enjoying a beautifully crafted cigar, sipping sparkling water beneath an ancient oak tree, while my dog celebrated ownership of a stick as if he had won the lottery.
It was perfection.
Final Third
As the sun began lowering toward the horizon, the cigar entered its final third.
The profile deepened considerably.
Roasted espresso became the dominant flavor while dark cocoa, leather, charred oak, and earth built layers beneath it. White pepper returned through the retrohale, adding a final touch of complexity.
The strength climbed toward medium-full without ever becoming overwhelming.
The cigar remained cool and composed all the way down.
Saber finally reached the point where even Malinois energy has limits. After another visit to his bowl of iced water, he settled beside the bench with his oak branch nearby, content to watch the world pass by.
The breeze moved gently through the leaves overhead.
The park remained peaceful.
The occasional chirp of birds mixed with the soft crackle of the cigar’s ember.
Everything felt exactly right.
Final Thoughts
The Undercrown El Tigre Dominicano Toro delivered everything I could ask for in an afternoon cigar. Complex without being demanding, flavorful without becoming overpowering, and refined from the first draw to the last. Notes of espresso, dark chocolate, cedar, earth, leather, and spice evolved naturally throughout the experience, making each third unique and enjoyable.
Yet what made the afternoon truly memorable wasn’t just the cigar.
It was the setting.
An old oak tree.
A quiet park.
Cold sparkling water.
A bowl of iced water for Saber.
A tennis ball.
An oak branch.
And the ride home afterward in a black Silverado affectionately known as Saber’s Limo, with one tired Belgian Malinois stretched out comfortably after a hard day’s work.
Some cigars are measured by flavor.
Some afternoons are measured by memories.
This one delivered both in abundance, proving once again that the finest moments in life are often the simplest: a good cigar, a loyal dog, and nowhere else you need to be.
