Cigar Review: My Father Blue

The Power of Restraint

Introduction

The My Father Blue Robusto isn’t just a new cigar—it’s the start of a new chapter for the Garcia family. Released in 2025, this blend marks the first time My Father Cigars has produced a cigar entirely in Honduras—from Honduran-grown tobacco to rolling and packaging inside their brand-new, custom-built 78,000-square-foot factory in Danlí.

The tobacco comes from Finca La Opulencia, a plot of virgin land near Talanga acquired and developed by the Garcias themselves. From this farm comes the blend’s all-Honduran core: Corojo and Criollo tobaccos used for both the binder and filler. Wrapping the cigar is a Connecticut Broadleaf Rosado, a U.S. seed variety grown in Honduras—rich in hue and complexity, but softer and more refined than its darker, Nicaraguan counterparts.

The Blue line debuted in four box-pressed sizes: Petit Robusto (4½ x 50), Robusto (5¼ x 52), Toro (6 x 54), and Toro Gordo (6 x 60). Each comes dressed in a striking sky-blue and gold band, a nod to the Honduran flag and a symbolic contrast to the darker tobacco beneath.

But what makes this release especially intriguing isn’t just where it’s made—it’s how it smokes. This is not a bold bruiser like Le Bijou 1922 or The Judge. Instead, the Blue leans into something more delicate, more introspective: restraint, nuance, and finesse.

Pre-Light Impressions

Visually, this cigar is a standout. The Connecticut Broadleaf Rosado wrapper—Honduran-grown—is darker than you’d expect for a Honduran leaf, but lighter than classic Broadleaf. It invites curiosity and sets the tone for the cigar’s subtle contrasts. The box press is elegant and unique, with a flatter top and bottom and slightly rounded sides that give it a subtle octagonal shape.

Again, the presentation with the bands is stunning—sky blue and gold, honoring the ornate, baroque style of classic My Father branding. It absolutely pops against the dark wrapper and commands attention.

On the nose, the cigar offers barnyard funk and earth, especially from the foot. The cold draw adds a touch of sweetness and salt, with a surprising softness across the board. Almost everything about the pre-light experience feels gentle—inviting, not aggressive.

First Third

Lighting the cigar is effortless. The foot catches quickly, producing generous smoke and a firm white ash that builds with confidence. The early flavor is mellow, with notes of earth, subtle coffee, and light sweetness—delivered with clarity but never loudness. There’s a refined balance at work here, the kind of harmony you notice more in its absence than its presence.

The retrohale provides surprising strength, delivering a jolt of warm spice and minerality that contrasts beautifully with the calm on the palate. It’s a reminder that while this cigar walks softly, it carries depth.

Second Third

This is where the cigar finds its rhythm. The smoke remains warm on the draw, a characteristic possibly tied to the Honduran leaf combustion—but never to the point of harshness. It feels more like a medium-bodied performance cloaked in finesse.

Flavors shift toward a distinct chalky minerality—drying slightly, yet still gentle. The underlying sweetness remains, now evoking light roast coffee, and the entire profile takes on a more introspective complexity.

Importantly, this cigar’s mildness isn’t the mildness of a Connecticut Shade cigar. There’s no grassiness, no underdeveloped green tones. Instead, it delivers dark, mature flavors—earth, coffee, minerality—with a softness of strength that’s rare. It’s a cigar of shadow, not sunlight—but the shadows are cast with elegance, not gloom.

The construction continues to impress. The ash holds beautifully, and the burn, which began with a touch of waviness, corrects itself naturally. Like a dancer finding the beat mid-song, the cigar settles into graceful motion.

Final Third

As the cigar enters its closing moments, the intensity creeps upward, now clearly medium in strength. A late-arriving note of oak emerges, accompanied by a faint char that adds gravitas to the finish. The smoke remains warm, and a hint of bitterness develops—not off-putting, but signaling that the cigar has reached its natural conclusion.

There’s still a whisper of the original sweetness, and that tension between light and dark, gentle and firm, remains intact. But the structure begins to fray—not collapse, but release. Like the end of a composed dance, where the final pose lingers just long enough before the lights dim.

Conclusion

This isn’t the cigar My Father fans are used to. It’s not Le Bijou. It’s not The Judge. And if you go into it expecting that, you’re likely to be confused—or even disappointed. But if you meet it on its own terms, you’ll discover something special.

My Father Blue is a cigar about balance, not bravado. It’s for the seasoned smoker who knows that strength doesn’t always need to shout, and for the aficionado who can appreciate depth beneath restraint. More than anything, it signals a bold new frontier for the Garcias—one grounded in Honduran soil and fresh creative potential.

As a first offering from their new estate, Blue feels like a quiet declaration. A cigar that whispers: we’re just getting started. And if this is what My Father Cigars can do with their first Honduran-grown blend, one can only imagine what’s coming next.

This is not just a good cigar—

it’s the start of something new.

The Retrohale Score: A- (91)

A refined and rewarding pivot from the My Father portfolio. The Blue Label Robusto offers subtlety with structure, polish with purpose. It won’t satisfy those chasing pepper bombs or power plays, but for those who appreciate a cigar that whispers instead of roars—it’s a quiet triumph.