Posted: Dec 7, 2007 11:43am ETSince I’m a suburban resident, I don’t frequent the cigar bars of the city very often after work hours. But a friend of mine was recently in town, and I hadn’t seen him in a long time. He suggested we meet at Club Macanudo one night this week. I’ve been there are few times over the years, but I had forgotten what a pleasant place it is.
I turned the corner on 63rd from Madison Ave. My first thought was, “I’m on the wrong street." But a few more steps, and the tall wooden doors with the small brass plaque came into view, understated and elegant. As soon as I swung open the door, I was met with that sweet aroma of fine handrolled cigars being smoked, and having been smoked for years in the same space. I walked into the first main room, where floor-to-ceiling cigar lockers loom over the chairs and cigar counter. I quickly checked my bag and coat, being sure to pull my cigars out of the briefcase, and headed into the bar.
It was early, but the bar seats were already filled, and the bartender was busy. The room was also packed, and the noise level was already high for a pre-six o’clock crowd. Victoria McKee, the General Cigar executive who manages the property now, was there and welcomed me and my friends after she finished up a CNBC interview. Yes, a TV guy was there checking into the state of cigars in America. One of his questions was: Are cigars recession proof? That’s clearly a sign of the times. We all believe they are, don’t we? Are you going to give up your cigars, or a new pair of shoes first? My shoes have a lot of good years left in them.
I pondered the possibility of an economic downturn as I kept sipping on my glass of Montecristo rum on the rocks, one my favorite drinks with a cigar. I had chosen a Stradivarius from the house cigar list, partly because I’d never smoked one. My friends enjoyed the Davidoff Millenniums that I had brought along for the occasion.
After a round of drinks, the group my friend had gathered together went into the large back room where there are tables and chairs. We ordered up a sampling of appetizers from the menu; fried calamari, coconut shrimp and spicy lamb chops. The first bottle of wine was a nice Bouchaine Pinot Noir, and we followed that up with a Ravenswood Zinfandel, which went better with the appetizers.
Posted: Dec 4, 2007 9:19am ETI haven’t been to the United Kingdom since the new smoking laws went into effect. I had read about those laws, and couldn’t quite register that smoking in public had been virtually outlawed across the country—in the bastion of cigar-smoking, you can no longer smoke. I just couldn’t believe it.
But I was at a dinner dance on Saturday night, and a friend of mine who had just been to see Edward Sahakian at Davidoff in London gave me a present from him. Gee, I’m getting paranoid. I don’t even feel like telling you all what it was…I won’t get specific. It was just a nice smokeable present from across the Florida Straits!
My friend began telling me about how hard it had been to find a place to smoke in London. None of the old haunts allow it, not even the private men’s clubs. And while you can smoke in tobacco shops, it is basically limited to cigars that you purchase there. Technically, you can’t walk in off the street with a lit cigarette or cigar and smoke that tobacco product in the shop.
My friend said that there are a few places, the Lanesborough being one, where they have a patio that they have outfitted with heaters and umbrellas (both rather necessary in London), and since it is outside, you can smoke there. And, he had heard of a few other places where the same kind of arrangements were being made. There won’t be many. Again, not to make a big deal about the weather, but London is not a place known for hanging out on patios.
I could only respond with disbelief. I then said what I still believe to be true. The pendulum will swing back someday. It may not be tomorrow. It may not be next year. Slowly but surely, the realization that cigar-smoking, at least, is an adult pleasure and an adult choice that people choose to do with a full understanding of the risks. What our governments need to start recognizing is that they are denying us all the intangible benefits that come from a sharing a cigar with friends and colleagues.
Posted: Nov 27, 2007 9:53am ETI have skipped a Thanksgiving smoke in recent years. There always seemed to be something conspiring against it. Sometimes, it was my post-Big Smoke malaise…I had just had enough smoking for awhile. Or I was at a house where smoking wasn’t welcomed.
Not this year. I was home. It was actually warm outside, so I didn’t even have to negotiate the use of the TV room (with the cigar fan exhaust) away from my daughter and nephews. And, my brother-in-law was keen to join me. He chose a Cohiba out of the humidor, and I reached for a Coronado by La Flor Double Corona, the number two cigar of the year. It came out of a box of 50 that I hope to age for years to come but I wanted to see how it had evolved in its first year out the factory.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. I may have had the best turkey that I’ve ever had. We bought it from a local farm, Stone Barn Farms. It was a heritage breed, and was a free-range bird. Fortunately, I followed the cooking instructions, because normally for an 18-pound bird I would have been thinking, three, even four hours of cooking. After two hours, and another round of basting, it looked done…sure enough, the meat thermometer said it was done, so we pulled it out, covered it and set about getting the rest of the meal finished off. Instead of the usual delay of sitting down at the appointed hour, we were at the table at 3 o’clock, as promised. The bird was perfect, and I guess my mashed potatoes were good too…no leftovers.
After a round of pecan pie and an apple crisp fresh out of the oven, I was waddling around thinking about loosening the belt. It was nearly six o’clock. I went down to the basement and brought up the bottle of 1980 Graham’s Vintage Port that I had stood up the day before in anticipation of just this moment. I pulled out two glasses, picked out the cigars, and my brother in law and I retired to a small covered breezeway. He’s a great guy. A philosophy professor, and a bon vivant, he is one of the best cooks I know and we have shared many, many meals together, taking turns being the sous-chef for one another.
Posted: Nov 20, 2007 1:06pm ETIt’s Big Smoke day in New York. After 14 years, I know that means the holiday season is on us too. It’s always been the perfect kick-off to that time of year.
For starters, we get a parade of our favorite cigar manufacturers coming through the city. I’ve seen my favorite Yankee fan, Jose Blanco of La Aurora; Mike Chiusano of Cusano cigars, Micky Pegg and Jon Huber of CAO spent some time here yesterday; and members of the Cigar Aficionado staff have been out to events with the Fuente family and many others. It really is a festive time for all cigar smokers in New York City because they can attend events at retail stores throughout the weekend before and the week of the Big Smoke.
Then, of course, Thanksgiving is right around the corner. One year, we tried to do the event in October, and in November, we had dozens of calls from people asking, “OK, when is the Big Smoke this year?” For them, the event had become synonymous with Thanksgiving, too.
Tonight, more than 3000 people will descend on the Marriott Marquis Hotel, enjoy more than 30 cigars and sample some of the best spirits in the world. I know I’m already looking forward to that glass of Flor de Cana rum from Nicaragua. There’s nothing quite like it. Yes, the New York Big Smoke is more crowded than any other event we do during the year, but that’s part of its charm and energy. People are excited to be around their favorite cigar makers, and enjoying the camaraderie of their friends.
So, tune in over the next few days for an updated New York Big Smoke gallery, and more blogs from the Cigar Aficionado staffers. Maybe we can tempt you to put the event on your calendar for 2008.
And join all of us in giving thanks for another Big Smoke in New York.
Posted: Nov 12, 2007 11:28am ETI had just had one of the best weekends on the year. The Las Vegas Big Smoke. I know. I know. How can anyone take a comment like that seriously when it comes from the Executive Editor of Cigar Aficionado? After all, it is our event, and I work for the company that puts it on.
But this is a case where being objective shouldn’t matter. Here’s the rough outline of the weekend. I went with my wife. We had dinner with my favorite cigar makers (basically all of them) on Thursday night. Our table included my favorite Yankee fan, Jose Blanco of La Aurora, Ernesto Perez Carrillo of La Gloria Cubana, Chip Goldeen of Ashton, and Mike Gianinni of La Gloria Cubana, among others. We had a great time, laughing and talking seriously about the SCHIP tax situation, but generally just having a good time.
We relaxed on Friday during the day, soaking up the pleasures that are offered by Las Vegas and the Venetian Hotel, including the Canyon Ranch Spa. The 1st Big Smoke of the weekend kicked off at 6:30 on Friday night and nearly 3000 people showed up during the course of the three hours. Each attendee walked away with at least 32 cigars, they got to drink great spirits and beers and each food from a top Vegas restaurants. What could be so bad about that?
On Saturday, more than 500 people joined the Big Smoke seminars. Over the next few days, you can read detailed coverage about each of the seminars. Based on feedback from the attendees, it was one of our most successful programs ever. That’s what I thought, but I am only repeating what others told me. Big Smoke No. 2 of the weekend was Saturday night, and again, about 3000 people enjoyed the scene.
Sunday’s lifestyle seminars were a big hit too. At 9:30 that morning, which is amazingly early after three days in Vegas, the room was packed with people ready to sample Charlie Palmer’s breakfast. The Roll Your Own seminar was successful as always, and although I left before the end of Jack Bettridge’s single malt Scotch seminar, I’ve been told people hung around for a long time after its official end to sample all the wares.
Posted: Nov 7, 2007 3:20pm ETA good friend of mine had a health scare about a year ago. A two or three a day cigar guy, his doc ordered him to cut back to one a week, along with a whole host of other dietary changes and medicinal regiments. He looks great, and says he’s even feeling better. So when he came over the house for dinner with his wife on Saturday and after dinner asked, "Can we have a cigar?" I was ready for him.
I took him over to my cabinet humidor, and pulled open the doors, and I could see him taking in the aroma of perfectly humidified cigars. “What do you want?” I said. He said he wanted something small, another sign of his changing habits. Well, I happen to have some of what I think are the best petit coronas ever made, the Fuente Fuente Opus X PerfecXion No. 5. The ones I have in the humidor are about 10 years old, from a batch the family gave to my wife. My friend said it looked perfect. I chose a Don Carlos Lancero.
We retired to my den, which also doubles as my wife’s office. That means I don’t usually smoke in there, even during the cooler months. But I turned on the cigar exhaust fan, and we sat back; he had a glass of single malt Scotch, and I had a fine aged Cognac. We sat for more than an hour and traded stories about our lives, getting to know each other a whole lot better. It was a perfect cigar moment.
I kept thinking that he would reach a point with the cigar and say, that’s enough, or let out a gasp because he had burned his knuckles. But he kept smoking that cigar until he could barely grasp it between his fingers, savoring every last puff, and showing a degree of appreciation for a cigar that only a man who is limited to one a week can exhibit.
Posted: Nov 1, 2007 11:44am ETOver the years as a Red Sox fan, I learned early on not to gloat. After all, there was that painful lesson in 1978 when I moved away from New York to Mexico and my parting shot to my Yankee fan roommate was something along the lines of “don’t worry, there’s always next year.”
This year, I was very silent. I always assumed the worst. Down 3 to 1 in the ALCS, I was sure the season was over, and at 3 to 2 and 3 to 3. So, a 4 to 3 win against Cleveland was great, but then I figured there was no way the Sox could stop the Rockies’ juggernaut. In both game 3 and game 4, I was absolutely certain that when the Rockies got within one run, they would just keep rolling on and get back into the Series.
At no time did I prematurely light up a victory cigar. That’s the lesson. Never, ever gloat.
But that’s over. Now I can gloat. I had my Red Sox bear prominently displayed on my desk; not for too long, just a tasteful two days before I returned it to its normal resting place atop a bookcase in my office. (I have to say, the uniform is turning a little gray.) I was grateful that my Yankee fan employees came in to pay homage and give congratulations. Well, most of them did. There are still a few holdouts. My good friend Jose Blanco, of La Aurora, even called up to congratulate me.
Finally, after I was absolutely, positively certain that Major League Baseball couldn’t take the trophy away, I lit up a celebratory cigar. I chose a cigar that Dave Savona blogged about last week, the special Padrón dubbed Reserva de la Familia No. 44. It is a cigar that the Padróns are making only for special dinners, and, according to Jorge Padron, will never be sold at retail. Let’s just say that Dave was right in his blog; if you can find a Padrón dinner in your local area, ask if the 44 is going to be featured, then get a ticket and go.
It was the perfect victory cigar. Wait ‘til next year. But that’s the last time I can say that; after all, the no gloating period has already officially started.
Posted: Oct 23, 2007 1:59pm ETI had a classic cigar last week. It’s so rare that one of the best encyclopedias of Cuban cigars, written by Min Ron Nee and Adriano Martinez, doesn’t even include it.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
Our Jan/Feb issue will feature a pair of performers that you all know, and most of you probably love. You’ll have to buy the issue to learn who they are. But one of them came to the office for an interview, and lunch with Marvin. We sat around the lunch table sipping on a great Kistler Chardonnay, the perfect match for the fish on the plate. After lunch, Marvin asked if the actor wanted a cigar to puff on during the interview. There was a definite nod of the head yes, and then some back and forth about the choice of smoke.
The conversation continued in the humidor, and through an examination of several great boxes of pre-Castro cigars that finally led to the final choice: An H. Upmann Selección Suprema No. 22, otherwise affectionately known as “the Flying Pig.” It is a large ring gauge, stubbed end perfecto. I would guess the ring at about 54 to 56, and it isn’t that long, about five inches at most, giving it a very rounded, or should I say, rotund appearance.
Most cigars that are nearly 50 years old usually are just dominated by cedar flavors. Not the Flying Pig. It was a smooth, but deeply rich smoke, with lots of solid tobacco flavors. I won’t be scoring it blind for you, because that would give you a preview of Marvin’s contribution to the next Connoisseur’s Corner. Trust me when I say it was really good.
At the end of the one hour, 45 minute interview, both me and the interview subject were still working on the cigar, each in danger of burning off our knuckles from the fabulous smoke. And, each time it went out, we were lighting it up to get the last bit of pleasure from it.
It’s not every day you get to try a classic cigar, and sometimes, like a vintage wine, the experience can be a disappointment. Not this time.
Posted: Oct 17, 2007 12:10pm ETHow many times have you started up a conversation with someone, only to discover that the other person is a cigar smoker?
It happened to me yesterday, in one of the more unlikely places you can imagine: a CT scan room.
I am undergoing a series of medical exams in honor of my 55th birthday, which is soon. I’ve been poked, and jabbed and examined in just about every way possible. (Which, by the way, I recommend all of you stop putting off…better safe than sorry.) One of the things my doctor suggested was a CT scan of my chest, because of what I do for a living, testing and rating cigars.
I was called into the CT room by the operator, and he began a series of questions by asking, “So, why are we here today?” I laughed and said with a grin, “because I’m the editor of Cigar Aficionado and my doctor thought it was a good idea to have a look at my lungs.” The operator turned, looked over his glasses and said, ‘You’re kidding.” I wasn’t, and we proceeded to talk about how many Big Smokes he had been to, and how before he moved, he attended gatherings at a cigar club in New Jersey, and how his father was from Pinar del Río in Cuba, and he grew up with the smell of cigars in his hair and on his clothes. The conversation ranged from where you can still smoke today in New York to his erroneous conclusion that we could no longer hold the Big Smoke in New York at the Marriott Marquis.
He then reminded me what he reminds every patient who goes in for a CT scan. The message was pretty simple; we are going to find something that you didn’t know was there and then it's up to you and your doctor about what to do. I said I knew that, but I thought it was important to get a baseline now.
I had the scan. No word from the radiologist yet, but nothing jumped out at the operator, my new friend, other than a few small predictable things that fell into the category of peripheral findings. But knowing he was a fellow traveler in the world of handrolled cigars, I felt a lot more comfortable knowing he was taking an extra long look at the original results. And, as we parted ways, I told him I’d be looking for him at the Big Smoke.
Posted: Oct 9, 2007 2:11pm ETI had one of those cigar moments that we all dream about on Saturday night. My friend had cooked a great meal, we were working our way through a couple of bottles of fine American wines, and the conversation swirled non-stop around the table. The dessert was served, and it was time for one of those fine, old English moments. The women in the group retired to the patio (it was still in the mid-70s at 10 o’clock), and the men stayed at the dinner table.
The humidor was passed, and my friend pointed to a cellophane-wrapped smoke, and said something along the lines of, “I think that one is really old.” The first one I chose was plugged, so he graciously let me light up a second. I began looking at the box, which he brought to me after I exclaimed how good the cigar was. The cigars were Ramon Allones No. 1s. The box was green, and the band was the modern version, so with those two clues, I was able (upon returning to the office) to date the cigar to no earlier than 1972. That date jibes more or less with the smoking habits of my friend’s father, who laid down quite a store of Cubans during the 1970s and 1980s. The cigar was in perfect condition, and in fact, having been in cello, it had not acquired that heavy overlay of cedar notes that many cigars stored in humidors get. I also was careful to note the history of that size, because there were some Ramon Allones sizes that were machine-made during that period; this was a handmade creation.
The cigar had a perfect balance, with a light toasty note, and some light nuttiness on the palate. As it burned down, it began to take on some depth and strength that hadn’t been there at the outset. The No. 1 is like the Montecristo No. 1, so it presents as a classic Lonsdale, six to six and half inches long with a 44 to 46 ring gauge. There wasn’t a hint of harshness in the smoke, and it burned and drew smoothly throughout the hour I smoked it.
My friend doesn’t have many more of those smokes, so I know I had a real treat. But I also was reminded about something very important: a well-made cigar with great tobacco that is properly cared for can last decades without losing its appeal. Yes, it does change in character, but sometimes I think a great old cigar remains closer to its original character than some great old bottles of wine. That’s another story too.