Silverback

I had an old First Sergeant in the 101st — star over his CIB, mean as a kicked‑in door, crusty as a week‑long field problem, but sharp as a razor and relentlessly devoted to his men. Guys like that are rare. Hard on the outside, all heart underneath. The kind of Silverback who growls at you all day and then quietly makes sure you get home in one piece. So to honor every crusty old SOB out there — the ones who bark, bite, and secretly give a damn — we built this limited‑run cigar. This beast starts with Nicaraguan filler, held tight with a Sumatran binder that keeps the burn disciplined and the flavor stacked. Then we wrap it in a thick, dark San Andrés Maduro — the kind of wrapper that doesn’t ask permission, it just takes over. The first draw hits with dark cocoa, black coffee, and a deep earthy rumble that feels like a Silverback clearing his throat. The Sumatran binder adds warm spice and a touch of exotic sweetness, while the Nicaraguan core keeps the backbone strong — bold, steady, unapologetic. As it burns, the San Andrés Maduro throws its weight around: molasses, charred wood, pepper, and that heavy, unmistakable richness that only real San Andrés can deliver. It’s thick, rich, and built to leave an impression.

Grab a box before they’re just a memory. Fire one up and think of that crusty old Silverback in your life — the one who pushed you, sharpened you, and helped forge the man you became.