This is not a cigar. And it’s not from Cuba, it’s from France.
I don’t know what to say about this. I guarantee you I’ve never worn this. EVER. It was most likely a gift from my father (it smells like something he’s worn before so I’m guessing it was from him). I don’t particularly like the scent and let me assure you, it doesn’t smell anything like a cigar. I’d actually prefer if it did, and I might consider wearing it.
This cologne is probably as old as the Fahrenheit from Thing 155, so you’re welcome to have it, just test on a body part you don’t care about before spraying all over your body.