Episode 41 – Singham (2011) / MBombay Corojo Oscuro cigar / Golden Monkey beer

Well ladies and gentlemen, here it is. May Vishnu have mercy on our souls...

Well, we kept this one under lock and key for as long as we could folks. But deep down I always knew that somehow this episode wasn’t going to be ignored. It started off just like any other show, calm, relaxing conversation…

and before we knew what the fuck was happening, things started to get nuts…

I know what you’re thinking. How does something so pure, so right…

get spun around and transformed into a shit sandwich in the blink of an eye?

It just happens, ladies and gentlemen. It just fucking happens. You mix together a crazy 9.5 ABV beer, heated political conversation, and then you set three fucking wild cards loose over four hours and shit is going to get bananas every once in a while. Just ask this guy!

Ugh, that’s enough about him. So enjoy the show, regardless of how inebriated and silly we get it’s still more entertaining than anything else you’re going to find out there. Trust me.




The MBombay Corojo Oscuro features a large impressive decorative band that reveals a more traditional smaller band underneath it when removed. It’s an oily, nice looking cigar with cold draw flavors of raisins, molasses, and figs (I had to take the boy’s word on that one as I’ve never ate a fig, don’t judge me). The first third features a heavy spice component accompanied by flavors of coffee and leather. Tons of leather actually. There’s also a fruity sweetness present that was alluded to in the cold draw. The cigar burns very slowly, which works out great for us as we run our mouths so damn much. While the slight sweetness remains on the back end with that coffee note on the retrohale, the second half is dominated by LEATHER. It’s like getting flogged repeatedly in the mouth by Singham’s belt! That will make more sense later on in the review… In the last third of the MBombay Corojo Oscuro we all experienced an increase in strength that was a nice surprise.


Construction has been impeccable throughout the duration of the smoke. The cigar ends with that ever present leather at the forefront but with a burst of coriander and other spices that really elevated our interest after a somewhat ho-hum second act. We easily gave this cigar three thumbs up and I’m curious to try some other blends from Bombay Tobak.





The Golden Monkey. The Golden Monkey… where do we begin? Well the heavy maltiness of the Tripel Belgium style beer played very nicely with tonight’s cigar. That’s certainly a nice thing to say about the Golden Monkey. The malty lager-like front end and herbal notes (Asian spices?) on the back end were highly enjoyable, so much so that it was VERY easy to forget the 9.5 ABV because you can’t necessarily taste the alcohol and that can be super duper dangerous. We all felt that the Golden Monkey tasted much better immediately straight out of the can at its coldest, the warmer the beer got in our pint glasses the malts almost kicked in to overdrive and thus overkill. Truthfully, it’s our own damn fault for drinking so damn many of these like a bunch of emaciated men in the desert. And thankfully the camera and mics cut off well before the crazy shit really hit the fan. Golden Monkey is not to be fucked with but, having said that, go ahead and fuck around with it and let us know how things turn out for you!


No blood, no cursing, no nudity, Singham is a lot like an Indian version of “Walker Texas Ranger”. That’s a bit overly simplified but there is something to that analogy of two entertaining entities defined by their action heavy wholesomeness. I mentioned the things lacking form Singham, so what exactly does it bring to the table?

Singham is a badass who slaps the shit out of everybody in sight and if you don’t get slapped you’re more than likely going to get the shit whipped out of you by his leather belt. You can’t avoid it, he’s going to flog your ass.

Singham is a lover. The ladies love him and why wouldn’t they? Because he…

Dances. Bingham dances and chicks love guys who dance. Not to mention…

His mustache. It’s a perfect mustache that would make Tom Atkins proud and it’s so impressive that literally every other character in the film tries to emulate it. Have you ever seen so many goddamn soup strainers? Glorious! Speaking of glorious, the cinematography and production design in Singham is so colorful and alive that you’ll easily get lost in the world. Mix in gorgeous women who don’t have to hide their faces and timeless cinematic themes such as small town values pitted against big city corruption and you’ve got yourself a real winner here. At least I think it was good… damn you Golden Monkey!!!


Like I mentioned earlier, there was at least an hour that we rambled on and on talking about the most important of world issues and we didn’t discover until later that the camera and microphones had long stopped recording. It’s as if our equipment had been guzzling Golden Monkey right along with us. But, in hindsight, that’s probably a good thing. It’s hard to avoid political discussion in an election year and we certainly did a lousy job of avoiding it tonight, it’s as if we momentarily lost control of our drunk fucking faces…

It can happen to the best of us! Please leave us comments on the YouTube episode page, provide us with a review on iTunes, or do both! All these seemingly small gestures would be greatly appreciated as they let us know exactly what you’re thinking about this sweat soaked tidal wave of hardbodied insanity we like to call The Tuesday Night Cigar Club.

Below is tonight’s full episode for both your viewing and listening pleasure. Thank you for checking out The Tuesday Night Cigar Club and we’ll see you next time when we review another cigar, adult beverage, and film. May the wings of liberty never lose a feather…


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