Beneath the quiet hum of an evening breeze, the WHO Gordo rests heavy between finger and thumb—a powerful Parejo, bold in stature with a 58 ring gauge and 105 mm in length. Its Colorado Maduro wrapper shimmers under soft light like burnished mahogany, inviting the eye before it ever touches the lips. Upon ignition, a slow and steady burn awakens the senses with rich notes of aged wood, a soft caress of caramel, and the comforting, rounded presence of nuts—a flavor that feels almost ancestral in its depth.

Built entirely from Havana tobacco—long filler, binder, and Maduro wrapper—it is a complete immersion into the heart of the leaf. With a strength rating of 8/9, this is a cigar that does not simply accompany time—it commands it. The Gordo becomes a monument to flavor, a companion for the soul that seeks refuge in boldness, and a meditation etched in fragrant spirals of smoke.

Thickset yet composed, the WHO Gordito arrives like a loyal sentinel—resolute, powerful, but never overwhelming. Its 64 ring gauge wrapped around 109 mm of Parejo shape feels grounded, substantial. The outer Colorado wrapper has the glow of autumn leaves after rain, and its aroma beckons with the soft bitterness of fresh-ground coffee, the damp richness of earth, and a foundational woodiness that steadies every draw.

Every layer—long filler, binder, and wrapper—is harvested from Havana's fertile terrain, allowing for a unified voice that speaks through its 7/9 strength. The Gordito doesn't rush or shout; instead, it rumbles low and clear, like a jazz bass line in a smoke-filled bar. It is a cigar for quiet rebellion, for small revolutions held within the chest, released only when the time is right.

Compact in form but mighty in expression, the WHO Petit Robusto is a short sonnet sung with a full orchestra. At 95 mm in length and 54 ring gauge, this Parejo delivers a concentrated symphony of flavor. Draped in a dark Maduro wrapper, it greets the palate with notes of roasted coffee, black earth, and the faint, unexpected bloom of floral brightness, as if a garden grew in the ashes of a storm.

Its long filler, binder, and wrapper—all of Havana origin—compose a melody that plays at 6/9 strength, steady but never abrasive. It burns with purpose, each puff a gentle strike of meaning, like ink strokes on parchment. This is not a cigar that needs to be large to be remembered; it is proof that depth resides not in length, but in how fully a moment is lived.

There is a certain honesty in the WHO Robusto—no pretense, no exaggeration, only presence. At 125 mm long with a 52 ring gauge, this Parejo stands as a timeless figure, wrapped in the golden-red hue of a Colorado wrapper, like a late afternoon sun descending over Havana's rooftops. The first draw unfurls nutty richness, grounded woodiness, and a touch of spice, like parchment aged by touch and time.

Crafted entirely from Havana tobacco, from the long filler core to the wrapper and binder, it delivers a medium to full-bodied experience that lingers with poise, rated 6/9 in strength. The 35-minute burn offers more than flavor—it offers pause. In its embered silence, one finds something rare: a moment where life slows, not to a stop, but to the perfect rhythm of stillness.

The WHO Torpedo is carved like a blade, its shape lean and fierce—159 mm long with a bold 54 ring gauge, tapered to a focused point. This is not a cigar you stumble upon; it is one you seek. Draped in a Colorado wrapper, it opens with mineral tension, like flint against steel, then blossoms into deep wood, rich spice, and the echo of volcanic earth.

Its inner life is pure Havana—long filler, binder, and wrapper, all drawn from soil that has seen revolution and reverence alike. With a 7/9 strength, it requires intention. It burns with the dignity of an ancient rite, and in every exhale, one feels not the weight of strength, but its elegance. The Torpedo is not for escape—it is for engagement.

Like the warm rush of a Havana morning, the WHO Toro (La Habana) reveals itself slowly and confidently. Its 152 mm length and 54 ring gauge provide space for complexity, wrapped in the deep amber sheen of a Colorado wrapper. The smoke swirls with familiar comfort—coffee, damp earth, and old cedarwood, notes that sing not loudly but in harmony.

With a soul composed entirely of Havana tobacco—long filler, binder, and wrapper—and a strength of 7/9, this Parejo offers 60 minutes of grounded luxury. Each puff feels like walking through a corridor of memory: worn, warm, and whispering of stories never fully told. It is a cigar for those who believe time is a gift best opened slowly.

Slim, elegant, and contemplative—the WHO Corona arrives like a letter written in longhand. 138 mm in length with a 48 ring gauge, this Parejo bears the soft bronze sheen of a Colorado Claro wrapper, delicate to the eye but rich on the tongue. The flavor opens in quiet revelation: dry earth, gentle spice, and the faint breath of something old and thoughtful.

This is a medium-bodied companion, 5/9 in strength, built from long filler Havana tobacco, encased in its own Havana binder and wrapper. It does not demand presence—it invites it. This is the cigar one reaches for in the pause before dawn or the hush after a farewell, when words are unnecessary, and smoke says everything.

In form, the WHO Perfecto is sculpture—curved, balanced, symmetrical. 130 mm of art with a 62 ring gauge, it expands and narrows with grace, sheathed in a dark, lustrous Maduro wrapper that speaks of old cellars and rich oils. Lighting it is like striking a match in a cathedral—quiet reverence. The flavor swells with wood, cream, spice, and an undertone of deep earth, as layered as an orchestral prelude.

Its body is full and firm, 7/9 in strength, crafted with long filler Havana tobacco, rolled in a Havana binder, and sealed in the dark silk of Maduro Havana leaf. The Perfecto doesn't just smoke—it performs. It is not a cigar to be spoken over; it is one that commands your stillness, and rewards it with profound company.

Slender and precise, the WHO Lanceros is less a cigar and more a gesture—long and deliberate, like the stroke of a calligrapher's pen. At 192 mm in length and a 38 ring gauge, this Parejo with a tail wears its Colorado wrapper like a poet's cloak: understated, but hiding worlds. The draw is a slow whisper of mineral clarity, a brush of spice, and the familiar warmth of aged wood, evoking the dry hush of a tobacco barn at dusk.

Composed entirely of long filler Havana tobacco, bound and wrapped in the same rich tradition, it offers a medium-bodied experience, rated 4/9 in strength. The 45-minute burn is not a performance—it is a meditation. It invites silence rather than demands attention, giving room for thought to wander, for breath to deepen, and for time to become a companion once more.

The WHO ES 6 is both statement and sanctuary—a Parejo form measuring 150 mm with a 52 ring gauge, cloaked in a glowing Colorado wrapper like embers behind glass. The first draw is deep and grounded, exhaling the richness of earth, the bitterness of coffee, and the slow-burning sweetness of seasoned wood. It is full-bodied but never overwhelming, a strength that steadies rather than shouts.

Inside, the craft is pure and uncompromised—long filler Havana tobacco, bound and wrapped in Havana's own. With a 7/9 strength rating, its 45-minute burn is an invitation to sink beneath the surface of the day. Here is a cigar that doesn't just accompany thought—it cultivates it, until the smoke becomes a mirror and the fire a soft, unwavering pulse in the quiet.

In an age of urgency, the WHO Cigarillos offers a rare indulgence: brevity with soul. Just 91 mm in length with a 20 ring gauge, it may be slight in form, but its presence lingers like a well-placed word. Wrapped in a warm-toned Colorado wrapper, its Cigarillos shape flares to life with woody smoothness, creamy sweetness, and hints of caramel that rise like a melody hummed beneath one's breath.

Made from short filler Havana tobacco, balanced by a Havana binder and wrapper, it carries a confident 6/9 strength. The 12-minute journey is compact, but never rushed. It's the kind of smoke one takes at the edge of a conversation, at the close of a rainstorm, or in that sliver of time when everything holds still just before the world begins again.