The simplistic and rustic look of the Cimarron Maduro Robusto and its band appealed to my senses, especially with the overdone bands and cedar wrappings of other cigars. The cold draw tasted of a chocolate bar like I’d won a golden ticket. The first third tasted like beef jerky, with spices and a meatiness I hadn’t tasted before. Like a flipped switch, the Cimarron wen to vanilla and oak. Near the end, chocolate and spice took over, pleasantly mingling on my palette. The retrohales bounced among the peppercorn family. The abruptness of the flavor changes negatively affected the score.