Well, this was looking a touch awkward. 

For a very long time, I have happily told the world that the greatest waste of tobacco leaf in history are those dire Monte C’s – full moniker, Montecristo Limited Edition ‘C’ 2003. Not because I am not a Limited Edition fan – I most certainly am – but because they are really awful cigars. Then along comes Whipcrack with his ‘smoke your worst cigar’ comp, an idea that ranks with the Skins signing Albert Haynesworth. 

I give him a review, but apparently that will not do. Under the perfidious shadow of retrospective legislation, I have been forced to search the very depths of my humidor in the “hope” of finding a Monte C – which seems a bit like searching one’s nether regions in the “hope” of finding a rash. 

I found one – the cigar, not the rash. 

Now, as Rob will be the first to tell you…