Posted: Jun 18, 2008 10:16am ETWhile Dave Savona was in danger of getting blown off the beach on Saturday night, I was sitting in my dry, warm den eating burgers and potato salad, chatting with four golfing buddies (the same crew who went to West Palm Beach with me in February, plus a mutual friend) and watching the U.S. Open from Torrey Pines. I had a La Flor Domincana Lancero going, and the rest of the guys were working their way through Padróns of various types. I was on my third or fourth glass of a 2004 Burgundy from Louis Jadot and savoring every sip.
How about that for a Plan B? The original plan was a big table on the back patio for all 13 of us (wives, girlfriends and a couple of offspring included), and a very relaxed backyard cookout under the stars that was destined to be finished off with cigars. The storms, which basically began about 2:30 p.m. and kept hitting well into the wee hours of the next morning, altered that plan. In retrospect, the original scenario did not include a TV screen, or viewing the U.S. Open non-stop for a couple of hours.
For better or worse, the dinner had quickly turned into a ladies’ room, the women all around our dining table, and a men’s room, where we were watching every swing, and listening to Johnny Miller create more controversy and getting away with it. As the food disappeared and wine bottles started emptying, I realized that the cigar part of the evening was in jeopardy. The den doubles as my wife’s office, and out of respect for her, I usually don’t smoke in there very often, and certainly not with four guys all lighting up at once.
But I asked her anyway, and she said, “Sure, go ahead. I don’t mind.” I walked back in the den and asked, “Anyone want a cigar?” The looks of amazement and the “in here?” bounced off the walls. I said, "yup." I didn’t need to repeat the offer. We lit up, and enjoyed the next 45 minutes of the tournament, including Tiger’s incredible eagle putt on 18.
Posted: Jun 12, 2008 9:15am ETI’ve said many times that one of my favorite cigars is the Don Carlos line from the A. Fuente family, especially the No. 3, a beautiful, little corona. Every time I see Carlos Fuente Sr., I tell him how I am still savoring a few of the No. 3s that he gave me nearly 15 years ago. They occupy the same hallowed status in my humidor along with some 1986 Cuban Davidoff Especiale No. 2s and some Fuente Fuente OpusX As from 1995. Those cigars are simply beyond description, like a 1961 Bordeaux First Growth or a great 1969 red Burgundy.
So I’ll be honest. I was a little skeptical when Dave Savona gave me a Double Robusto Don Carlos Edicion de Aniversario 2007, a 52 ring by 5 3/4 inch cigar that contains elements of the basic Don Carlos blend. It has a wrapper from the Chateau de la Fuente, the leaf that is used on the Fuente Fuente OpusX line. It’s not that I am becoming conservative in my middle age, but I was wondering why they are messing around with what is already a great cigar. It had been sitting in my office humidor for a couple of weeks, and I kept thinking, well, I’ll just wait awhile before I smoke it. Today, I had caught up with all the tasting cigars for the next issue, and after a couple of less-than-stellar smokes, I wanted something special. I figured now was the time.
Wow. From the first puff, I was overwhelmed with the complexity of the cigar. It had that subtle sweetness that I always find alluring in the Don Carlos line, but it had that overlay of pepper spice and leather that I frequently taste in the FFOX cigars. It doesn’t quite have the power of a regular FFOX cigar, but the balance is extraordinary, and there is an earthy, leathery note that lingers on the finish. I wasn’t tasting blind, but I can tell that it would be a cigar that would approach our Classic category, or 95 points.
Maybe there’s a lesson here. Cigarmakers today are always experimenting and trying out new combinations, looking for new taste sensations. And, they are even willing to experiment with some of their best cigars. When they work like this Don Carlos, it’s a home run.
Posted: May 27, 2008 9:31am ETEvery year, a friend of mine nominates the top ten days of the summer. The criteria are pretty loose, but basically it has to be warm, but not too warm, sunny but some clouds are allowed, and of course, no rain any time during the day. Last Sunday here in the Northeast wasn’t just a contender for a top ten day, it may have already won the title for the Best Day of the Summer: mid-70s, not a cloud in the sky and a light breeze to keep the bugs down and moderate whatever warmth there was from becoming too much.
My friend Chuck, the owner of the R8 that I wrote about a few blogs ago, and I and our wives had planned a picnic more than two weeks ago. We were going to drive our cars (yes, another road trip in tandem in the R8 and the S5) up to one of the best-kept secrets in the New York area: Storm King Arts Center in Mountainville, New York, about 10 miles from West Point on the west side of the Hudson River. It is a 500-acre preserve given over to an outdoor sculpture museum. Some of the greatest sculpture artists of the 20th century are represented, and you can lay eyes on everything from several Alexander Calders, 13 works by David Smith, a granite sculpture by Isamu Noguchi, a specially commissioned Richard Serra, a Henry Moore and a mysteriously mesmerizing piece by Andy Goldsworthy called Storm King Wall, a 2,278 foot long stone wall. The sculptures are scattered around the grounds, which include sloping hills, wide meadows and tall trees framing the long promenades. It is truly a spectacular place.
We spent an hour walking around the property, which isn’t nearly enough, but by that point, we had worked up an appetite. There is a designated picnic area near the front parking area, but even though there were probably 60 people dining al fresco, there was no sense of being crowded. We picked out a place under a tree with an unobstructed view of Calder’s Arch. There literally wasn’t a cloud in the sky as we picnicked away.
Posted: May 19, 2008 12:57pm ETThere’s always a collective relief here when we finish up a tasting for one of our upcoming issues. I know most of you don’t understand this, but when you have to smoke for a living, it detracts from the great pleasure one normally gets from a cigar. I usually have a little ritual that I follow after I’ve finished up a tasting to offset some of the obligation we all feel here when we are involved in a tasting.
First of all, there is a short period after the tasting is over when we examine the scores. If there are huge discrepancies between tasters, I'll assign a cigar to be resmoked, sometimes even by two people, just to get a more accurate take on the cigar. As I’ve said many times, tastings are subjective exercises, and some days you just wake up and everything tastes funny. That’s why we do try to be fair to cigars and re-taste them if there are any serious discrepancies. You can be pretty certain that the cigars at the bottom range of a tasting, and at the top end, have all been re-tasted to be sure that the results are in harmony.
But that takes time. We manage our tastings so that there is rarely a break of more than three or four days between the end of one tasting, and the beginning of the next one. We try to get the tastings done a week before production starts, so we have time to do the re-tastes, and then produce the notes and averaged scores for publication. That means it pretty much is a never-ending routine of smoking and evaluating.
I do give myself at least one full day to engage in my special ritual. I always have a cigar set aside that I really want to smoke. Sometimes, it’s a contribution for an upcoming Connoisseur’s Corner, or sometimes it’s just one of my favorites from my home humidor. I wait until after the lunch hour and then I light up the cigar. There are no tasting sheets around (unless it’s a Connoisseur’s Corner cigar), and I don’t worry about how many cigars remain in my humidor to be smoked. There’s no worry about wondering if I have to smoke three or four more cigars that day, and I’m not evaluating the cigar for every minute distinction it might have.
Posted: May 5, 2008 9:27am ETThe day finally arrived--opening day at my country club. It wasn’t the best of weather on Saturday; the day dawned cold, cloudy and with light rain during the early holes. The weather didn’t really matter, however. It was just nice to be out on our newly renovated golf course (see the Jan/Feb Cigar Aficionado article Rebirth of a Classic) with all the machinery gone, and all the grass grown in. The course actually opened for play in late March, but there’s an special aura to the “official” opening day.
The reviews of the course are starting to come in. In a recent early season pro-am, with the top club professionals from the New York area teamed with members of their own clubs, the low round was even par. There were a lot of pros’ final scores that had 8s as the first number. The greens were fast, and just like before the renovation, there’s no forgiveness for mistakes.
I considered my smokes carefully for the day, but in the end, my cigar holder had Tatuajes, with a few years' humidor age on them, and a couple of Don Carlos Robustos. I never know what to expect in this Opening Day competition because the foursomes are put together by handicaps, and then you play a modified scramble with a best ball/low gross format. But I knew I was glad that I’d brought along cigars when it turned out two of the guys in my foursome were also members of the Grand Havana Room in New York City.
Unfortunately, the weather did interfere with my desire for a cigar, but finally on about our 12th hole of the day, I lit up a Tatuaje, and one of my partners chose a Don Carlos. I’m generally not a big fan of smoking while I play golf, but on Saturday, I thoroughly enjoyed the cigar, partly because it was so good, but partly because it was in celebration of the official opening of my summer golf season.
May you all hit ‘em straight, and keep it in the short grass.
Posted: Apr 17, 2008 12:25pm ETMemorable. I should write it in capital letters because Cigar Aficionado’s annual fundraiser for the Prostate Cancer Foundation was that, and a whole lot more. The black tie affair is my favorite cigar dinner every year, and last night just added to the event’s lore and history.
Marvin R. Shanken, editor and publisher of Cigar Aficionado, announced that the original co-hosts couldn’t make it, so he had gone out and found a tribute act to replace the Blues Brothers. But the crowd figured out what was happening pretty quickly as the first throbbing beats of "Sweet Home Chicago" echoed across the pool room of the Four Seasons Restaurant in New York City. The Blues Brothers, Brother Elwood (Dan Aykroyd) and the blood brother, Brother Zee (Jim Belushi) strutted down the stairs in their trademark black suits, black hats and black sunglasses. The co-hosts for this year’s dinner proceeded to play five songs. There was nowhere to dance, but the crowd was moving with the music.
After the performance, Mr. Shanken began the auction of mystery wines; people bid on the wines without knowing what they are because they are in brown paper bags. Some of the wines included a 1928 Chateau d'Yquem, a 1945 Latour, and a 1945 Gruaud Larose in magnum. The deal is that every purchaser of the wines must open them that evening for their table. So, the lucky five tables got some great wines for the night.
The total proceeds for the night reached $1 million. Prostate Cancer Foundation founder Michael Milken told the crowd that the dinner had helped save tens of thousands of lives since its inception because the research that had been made possible by the contributions was reducing the mortality rates among men in the United States and around the world. I’ll let Dave Savona give you all the details in his news story about the event.
Posted: Apr 14, 2008 10:55am ETWatching the Masters for a golfer is like taking in the Super Bowl for an NFL fan or the World Series for a baseball fanatic. I usually lounge in my den all afternoon on Masters Sunday, but this year, a buddy of mine had a better idea; we’d play 18 holes and then head to his house for a late lunch and a cigar. We were joined by another friend whose father had hosted each of us at Augusta National Golf Club on separate occasions.
We got a little more than we bargained for Sunday. We teed off in a brisk wind with gusts into the 20 mile an hour range. It was just like Augusta on Sunday, except it was about 25 degrees colder at Sleepy Hollow Country Club in Westchester County. On the club’s signature par-3, 150-yard, 16th hole (see Rebirth of a Classic in the Jan/Feb 2008 issue of Cigar Aficionado), my usual club of choice on the downhill hole is an eight or nine iron depending on the hole location. We all picked six-irons out of the bag and everyone was short. (I actually mistakenly pulled a nine-iron but skulled it and made the fringe…oh yeah, it was a good miss. If I’d gotten it up in the air, it would have been buried in a creek at the bottom of the gully.)
By the time we got back to the clubhouse, we were all pretty cold and a little beat-up by the wind. But it was 3:15, and the Masters telecast was well underway. We raced over to my friend’s house, poured Scotches for them and a rum for me, and sat down to start cheering and jeering and bemoaning the missed chances or the blown rounds. When Tiger birdied 11, we all thought, game on! But it wasn’t to be.
My friend cooked up a great seafood pasta with clams and squid. We opened a bottle of 1995 Italian red (yeah, we all love seafood with red wine) and then a bottle of 1999 Caymus Special Selection, and then, finally, it was time for cigars. I had brought some Padrón 1964 Aniversarios with about six or seven years of age on them, and a couple of Tatuajes. We were sitting in my friend’s home office where he operates his own stock trading business. I asked him if he smoked regularly in there; I was pretty sure I knew the answer because it didn’t have that familiar aroma of leather and fabric permeated with cigar smoke. He said not regularly, but he wanted to today. I said remember this word: Ozium, which is a room deodorizer. And, we opened all the windows to help keep the air moving.
Posted: Apr 8, 2008 4:15pm ETWine dinners. How many of you have been to them? I assume quite a few of you are passionate about wine. If you love the connoisseurship side of cigars, there’s plenty of good reason to feel the same way about wine. It’s a handcrafted product that comes out of the earth, and is brought to you by people with a passion for taste and flavor, and there is a foundation of knowledge that you need to acquire to fully enjoy it. But how many of these dinners have you attended in which the wine or the food or both are disappointments? Sometimes it is the execution of the evening, sometimes it is the selection of wines, sometimes it is the choice of food. Whatever the problem, the successful wine dinner is harder to pull off than you might imagine.
I attended one last Friday night where there were no problems. Now, I must give full disclosure because I’m a member of the wine committee that helped organize the evening, but really, other than choose the night, we did nothing except show up and bring our friends. The committee has been charged with improving the wine program at my country club, and we’re now into our first full season.
The best thing we did was hire the right consultant. Glen Vogt, the former general manager of Windows on the World before it was destroyed in the 9/11 attacks and a walking encyclopedia of wine, has been putting new selections on the club’s list. For the dinner, he worked with the spring menu in our casual dining room, and decided to focus on Italian wines. The wines were not just your standard well-known Italian brands but a selection of interesting and unusual wines; they’ll all be on the club’s list this summer. There was a Prosecco to start, white wines from Alto Adige and Veneto, more white wines including an Arneis from Piedmont, and a spectacular Roscetto from Lazio that tasted like a great white Burgundy. The red wines included a Dolcetto d’Alba, a Chianti Classic Riserva, a super-Tuscan and a Barolo. It was all finished off by a wonderful sweet wine from the Veneto region.
Posted: Mar 31, 2008 12:37pm ETMy friend Chuck, the proud owner of a new Audi R8, planted the thought a few weeks ago. “There’s this cigar lounge up the Hudson Valley. Let’s take the cars one Saturday, drive up and have a cigar.” I said sure. This past week, I realized I had a chunk of free time on Saturday. There won’t be many Saturdays left open with golf season kicking off in the Northeast, but this past weekend, it was still a bit too cold and blustery for an old guy like me. So I called Chuck on Friday morning, and said, “Let’s do it.” He was free.
I knew where I wanted to go. For at least a decade, Glynna Schlesinger, the owner with her husband Neil, of Hudson Valley Cigars in New Windsor, had been bugging me to come up and visit. Soccer and golf had always conspired to keep me on my own side of the Hudson River. Dave Savona had been there a couple of times and always raved about the cigars, and the food in the adjacent Schlesinger’s Steak House, which they own.
Saturday dawned frigid and sunny. I worked for a few hours on my taxes, but at 11, the phone rang and Chuck said, “Where are we going to meet?” I described an entrance ramp to the Taconic State Parkway, one of my favorite driving roads in the world, and we set a time. I quickly showered, but left myself enough time to take a cloth to the car and wipe off a few rain spots that had gathered since the car’s last wash. Oh yea, I have a new S5 which I’ve blogged about here. It was glistening in the sunlight, and ready for a road trip.
I got to our meeting spot first. I watched in the rear view as Chuck turned his low-slung 420 horsepower beast onto the ramp, its ultra cool LED daytime running lights blazing twin arrows across the car’s grill. I thought he might stop to chat before zooming off but he roared by and onto the highway. I was on his tail in flash, and we proceeded to trade off leading the way up the Taconic. Now, I don’t want to give anyone the idea that we were reckless. No one got cut off, there was no weaving and darting in and out of traffic and I didn’t pull the old Autobahn tricks of flashing my lights at cars sitting in the left hand lane. But since I’m very familiar with every nook and cranny of the Taconic, it shouldn’t take a genius to figure out that when I was flashing my lights at Chuck, it was to warn him of a favorite lurking spot of New York State’s finest highway patrol. In between those spots, and especially on the winding curves of several stretches of the highway, we put our cars through their paces. Let me add. It was a blast.
Posted: Mar 19, 2008 3:55pm ETThe half moon disappeared and reappeared behind the low passing clouds, and the slow waving palm frond above me kept blocking my view of the pearly white orb. The pool at the Hotel Biltmore was softly lit, creating an almost luminescent aquamarine surface, and the arcade running down one side was filled with people talking and drinking. I was across the pool, laying back on a deck chair, a glass of 2005 red burgundy in one hand, and a cigar in the other.
I thought briefly about the freezing temperatures back home in New York, and the soon to kick off golf season when the winter there finally ends. But my thoughts didn’t linger there. I was reveling in the warmth leftover from a day of record-setting temperature in Miami; it reached 90 degrees one day last weekend. And all weekend long, I’d caught the sweet aromas of cigars from people by the pool, or finishing up meals in some of the hotel’s outdoor dining areas where smoking is still permitted in the great state of Florida. I finally had to have one of my own.
The cigar had been given to me by my co-worker, Dave Savona. before he headed off on a week’s vacation. It was a petit corona from an original batch of La Aurora Cien Años, one of the best cigar lines ever to come out of the Dominican Republic. It was rich and spicy, and after nearly five years of age, beginning to lose all traces of bite while smoothing out into a delicious smoke. Although a small cigar, I savored it for more than half an hour, and was in danger of burning my fingertips from smoking it down to the nub.
I’d been at the Hotel Biltmore about a month before, hosting the South Beach Food and Wine Festival’s golf tournament on the hotel’s recently renovated, original Donald Ross course. It’s a great golf track, but as great as it is, it only matches the outstanding hotel adjacent to it. The hotel has been completely refurbished in recent years, and now sports all the amenities associated with five-star hotels. There’s a spa, a big fitness center, and one of the best restaurants in South Florida, the Palme d’Or, where my daughter, on spring break from college, insisted that we eat so that we could order the seared foie gras—she was right, it was great. In fact, my daughter had instigated this trip only a few weeks before when she cajoled me into coming up with a trip to a warm place during her break.