Jose Piedra. To me, the name piques my imagination to a place where seedy third world gangsters are trafficking dope and carrying AK47’s. Other times, I picture a farmer, poor but content, living off the land and happy with his stogie, rum, and family close by. I really want to get drunk on mojitos with Jose and Sancho Panza, but that might get me placed in a Cuban jail. Enough rambling, this is the final leg of the cheapo challenge Seth and I are doing with the Partagas Mille Fluer, Por Larranaga, Flor de Cano, and the Piedra Cazadores. In the past, I had enjoyed Piedra cigars as chew sticks and yard gars, but I had always opted for smaller sizes then the Cazadores. Amongst the Habanos faithful, this always seemed to be the size folks talked about, so I figured it would be best for us to include. Since it is a short filler, I kept this to a first half and second half review.