Posted: Jun 3, 2008 10:48am ETMy right knee is throbbing, my shins are swollen and both feet are sore. Why? I joined a few friends on Sunday and played soccer for a couple of hours. It’s been about a year since I’d played, and much, much longer since I played regularly. Let’s just say it’s a little harder now than when I was in my mid 20s playing a few times a week.
I blame it on field conditions. In my youth, I distinctly remember that all soccer fields were mowed very, very short. I was able to run for hours without getting tired, could cut on a dime (OK, maybe a quarter) and I never experienced any type of pain whatsoever, except for those times when you had to make a defensive wall and would inevitably absorb a kick in some place where you didn’t want to be kicked. But the field that I played on must have certainly had long, long grass, because I couldn’t move very fast, and I was nearly instantly exhausted from the merest amount of play.
Yeah. Must have been the long grass.
The afternoon of soccer in what seemed like oppressive heat was a big reminder that I’m getting older. I’m not as good at sports as I was as a younger man. I am, however, considerably better at post sport celebration.
After the game, my buddies and I crawled off to Mark’s house for much needed refreshment. “You really polished off that beer quickly,” Mark marveled. “I think I was dehydrated,” I said. Beer is mostly water, right?
Not long after the beer, it was time for a cigar. I chose a Montecristo Petit Edmundo, which never seems to disappoint. The robusto-sized smoke was rich, loaded with coffee bean notes and fairly full bodied—just what the doctor ordered. (I think Olympic soccer players recover from stressful games using the same beer-cigar method that I employed, but I could be mistaken.)
So I’m resigned to the fact that I’m older, slower and far less able to run around without causing my body considerable pain. But at least I’m now proficient in how to relax.
Posted: May 20, 2008 12:42pm ETSo I thought I knew all of Jose “Pepin” Garcia’s smokes. I was wrong. I had lunch the other day with John Gonzales, national sales manager for El Rey de Los Habanos, Pepin’s company in Miami. John and I were talking about cigars when he mentioned Vegas Cubanas, a brand I’d never heard of. When I professed my ignorance, John handed me a few robusto-sized smoked called Invictos.
John told me that Vegas Cubanas is one of the milder brands made by Pepin. He gave me a little document listing Pepin’s house brands. Pepin makes quite a few smokes. Some, like Tatuaje, are for other companies. The brands his company owns include various versions of the Don Pepin line, but also include El Rey de Los Habanos (the mildest cigar he makes) and Vegas Cubanas, which is described as being “mild to medium bodied.”
The cigar is made in Miami, on Calle Ocho. Like the bulk of what Pepin makes, it’s made solely from Nicaraguan tobacco. It looked pretty tasty, so I took the cigars back to the office. Yesterday, I fired a couple of them up. Here’s me puffing away in this video.
No shocker here—it’s a very good cigar. It’s nicely made (I don’t think I’ve ever smoked a poorly made smoke that’s come from one of Pepin’s factories), it’s woody, a tad earthy and a bit dry in character. It’s not very sweet, but it’s tasty, with a touch of coffee bean flavor.
Pepin makes some pretty gutsy smokes, and while this isn’t the strongest of his line I wouldn’t call it mild to medium bodied. I think it’s more medium-bodied.
I called Janny Garcia, Pepin’s daughter, for some more info on the cigar. She told me Vegas Cubanas is one of Pepin’s original brands. “We’ve made it since the beginning,” she said, making it four years old.
Here’s the best part—the brand is also a steal—about $5.30 a cigar for the robusto-sized Invictos, which is five inches long by 50 ring gauge. Not bad.
Posted: May 12, 2008 4:16pm ETThere’s just something special about firing up a great cigar (or two) on Derby Day. This year, my wife and I celebrated in style with a great group at the home of our friends Tammy and Jay Harris, who treat the annual Run for the Roses as if it were a national holiday.
Tammy and Jay created the ideal setup for a springtime party—a band playing Dixie music, a generous spread of fried chicken with all the sides, including Tammy’s homemade (and ridiculously addictive) biscuits with salty Southern ham, plus a bartender with a heavy hand and a deft touch at making Mint Juleps.
We were in fine spirits, arriving at the appointed hour dressed in our Derby attire. Jay was wearing a festive tie, my wife, Manuela, and virtually all the women wore hats worthy of any Southern belle, and I even dusted off the old Panama hat, which usually sits in my closet. My buddy Russ, who broke out the seersucker for the event, handed me a Cohiba Siglo I early into the party.
The little Cohiba is one of my all-time favorite small cigars. Every time I smoke one I think back to my first, which I smoked in Pinar del Río back in 1996. This one was as great as that first--slightly spicy, just rich enough, and full of great flavor belying its tiny size. I've always enjoyed them.
Cigars were welcome at the party, and about half the men in attendance chose to light up at some point. I, naturally, chose to light up a few times, following the Siglo with a Fuente Fuente OpusX PerfecXion No. 2. This is our current No. 2 cigar of the year, and it performed admirably. It was big, bold and leathery, with the right amount of sweetness needed to balance out the hefty power of the Opus. I was two-for-two with the cigars on Derby Day.
It was a great party, and went on long after the race had concluded. With the combination of good friends, great food, free-flowing cigars and fine spirits, it was impossible not to have a good time.
Posted: Apr 30, 2008 4:42pm ETJames Suckling was in town this week, so Monday night we headed out to an early dinner in midtown. We ate at Benoit, a new brasserie from Alain Ducasse that just opened. (It was so new, in fact, that they didn’t have a liquor license, something we didn’t know until after we sat down. A quick trip to a local liquor store remedied that. James will be blogging about that experience soon at winespectator.com.)
Naturally we wanted a smoke after dinner, so we walked the few blocks over to the Grand Havana Room after finishing our meals. We sat down in one of the lounge's comfy chairs, I ordered an Abelour Abundah single-malt Scotch and reached into my briefcase.
When I smoke with Sucking, he usually provides the cigars, but this time we smoked some of mine. I had Padrón 1964 Anniversary Series Imperials, last year’s No. 3 cigar of the year, and they had a full year of age on them.
I’m a big believer in aging cigars, and so is Suckling. We rate aged cigars in every issue of Cigar Aficionado, in our Connoisseur’s Corner. Most of the cigars that make it to that page are 90 pointers or above, sometimes way above.
Now Padróns are great right out of the box, but like most great cigars, they get even better with age. These were amazing—rich, bold, elegant and harmonious smokes that had just a little more finesse than they did in early 2007, when I first got them. I’m sure in a few years they will be better still.
Aging cigars takes patience and self-discipline. How many times have you set aside cigars, hoping to let them rest, but found yourself taking a few here or there. Next thing you know, the box is empty!
Not everyone agrees that cigars get better with age, including the man who made the cigar that we smoked, Jorge Padrón.
What do you think? Do cigars get better with age? And do you have the patience to age your smokes?
Posted: Apr 22, 2008 10:20am ETI had lunch the other day with Litto Gomez, who makes La Flor Dominicana cigars. We ate at Otto, part of the Mario Batali/Joe Bastianich Italian food empire. Litto is as slim as a spear, but you’d never know it if you watched him tuck into a table set with great Italian food. The guy can eat about as much as I can, and that tells you something.
It was a great lunch, with delicious, casual food, some good wine and easy conversation. Between bites of house-made salumi and a plate of spaghetti carbonara that Litto dubbed better than any he’d had in Italy, we got to talking about business.
Like half of New York, I commute to work on a train every day. Litto is also a commuter, but his is a longer, tougher ride—most Mondays he leaves Florida for the Miami International Airport and hops onto a plane to Santiago, Dominican Republic. On Fridays he heads home. It’s a two-hour flight.
Even if you love to fly, that routine can get to be a grind. But it doesn’t bother Litto, because he simply loves what he does. He took a vacation recently, and one night he woke up in the middle of the morning, grabbed the laptop computer and began typing, waking his wife. “I had too many ideas in my head,” he said.
This is a guy who loves making cigars. He’s been doing it since 1994. When he started making smokes (he was previously a jeweler), he was dizzy, unsure of what to do, a newcomer in a strange new world. Today he’s a master of his craft, the man behind some of the world’s best cigars.
I asked him how long it took for him to fall in love with the cigar business. “Two months,” he said with an easy smile. “Now, I’m raring to go on Monday morning.”
Litto isn’t alone. Most of the guys I know in this business bleed cigars, and love everything about the process of making them. Remember—it hasn’t always been such a lucrative career. Many of the men I write about who make cigars got into this business when cigar sales were slumping, not growing, as they are now. Many of them chose this career path when the future for cigars looked very, very uncertain.
Posted: Apr 16, 2008 10:30am ETIt’s Night to Remember week here in New York, which means just about the entire cigar industry is coming to town. It's been a busy week.
I started the week off right with Alan Rubin, owner of Alec Bradley cigars. He came by the office Monday morning to give me a sample of his newest brand, Alec Bradley Tempus, which goes on sale next week. He handed me a dark lancero, which I quickly clipped and lit.
Alan told me he built the cigar around the outer leaf, which is grown in Honduras near the border of Nicaragua. “It all started because of the wrapper,” he said. The wrapper is nice and dark, with a dryish texture to it, not seeping with oils but promising big flavor. You can’t always judge a cigar by its wrapper, but this one delivered as promised—from the first puff, it was gutsy and strong. Here’s Alan in my office talking about the brand.
The cigar had a red meat flavor, lots of minerals, roasted nuts, and good old-fashioned strength. I lit it up around noon, before lunch. I’d recommend waiting until after a meal to fully enjoy it.
The cigar is from the small Raisas Cubanas in Danlí, Honduras, and it’s excellent. Rubin originally wanted this blend to be his Maxx cigar a couple of years ago, but at the time he was concerned with getting a consistent product from that factory. He’s confident it can be done now.
I’m a big fan of lanceros, and more and more cigarmakers are making them. This is Alec Bradley’s first. Alan originally wanted to make it the classic lancero ring gauge of 38, but at that thickness the cigar was too powerful. “The wrapper has a lot to it,” he said. “We needed to put one more leaf [of filler into the blend.] We were concerned with being over the top strong.”
Adding that one more leaf meant no more 38 ring gauge. The end results is a 7 1/2 inch long, 41 ring gauge lancero that is strong, but has a good amount of balance to it. That’s just one of the little quirks about making handmade cigars.
Posted: Apr 11, 2008 10:40am ETSo I walk to the driveway and pick up my newspaper the other day, and there it is right on page one—blogging kills. Apparently there have been a couple of deaths by blogging, where stressed out writers have succumbed to the pressures of the job and died.
Who knew our jobs were so dangerous to merit a page one story in The New York Times? Sure, I’ve bit my nails down to the quick on a Cubana Airlines flight, and those close encounters with tarantulas in Honduras and erupting volcanoes in Ecuador have given me a bit of agita, but I never knew that the roughest part of my work was what I’m doing now, sitting in front of a Mac and typing away about my thoughts.
Maybe it isn’t blogging per se, but the type of blogging that poses the risk. I’d like to think that the Cigar Aficionado blogger is a more relaxed blogger than your typical web log journalist. Ours is a lifestyle magazine, so our blogs reflect that. We typically write about the best part of our days, that time when we sit back with a great smoke and savor it in all its glory.
So just in case you were worried about all of us after reading that story, rest assured. We’re gonna be OK.
Posted: Apr 3, 2008 1:47pm ETI’m on my way back from the annual Tobacconist Association of America conference, which was held in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. The TAA, as it’s known, is a small group of American cigar shop owners and many cigarmakers. They gather annually to discuss important issues facing the cigar industry and to do a little business. I look upon it as a much smaller, more social version of what used to be called the RTDA show.
Traditionally cigarmakers release their new wares at the summer trade show, but many are uncorking new items now. Four years ago, the TAA would have been a lousy place to do that, because there just weren’t that many retailers at the show. That’s changed. This year’s show was busy and vibrant, and at the mini-trade show that took place Wednesday one cigarmaker said with a smile “this is the first time this show has had more retailers than manufacturers.” That’s a good thing. A once sleepy show has turned into a serious gathering.
I tried two of the new cigars at dinners. The first I smoked after dinner in downtown Puerto Vallarta at Café des Artistes, an ultra-fancy restaurant with wonderful food. I ate with the folks from Altadis U.S.A. Inc., and we did a version of a tasting menu. The standout dishes for me were the sea scallops in a seafood broth, and the local sea bass done with some hollandaise. We’re right on the Pacific Ocean here, so I’ve taken advantage of the fresh fish.
Café des Artistes has a posh, small smoking room, replete with leather chairs and a selection of Cognac that would make Jack Bettridge drool. The room is operated by Gerald Cohen, who runs the local La Casa del Habano, so it was full of legit Cuban cigars. We took a look, but the restaurant owners bent their rules and let us light up right at the table.
Jim Colucci handed me a dark robusto, and asked my opinion. It was great—verging on a full body, with lots of wood, smoky meat and earthy notes. As we talked, I found myself going back to it often. It’s a cigar that will come out at RTDA (I have a hard time calling it by its new name, ICCPR). He said it would be called Cuevo y Sobrinos, and it has a wrapper grown from Cuban seed in Ecuador. Real nice stuff.
Posted: Mar 26, 2008 12:16pm ETI spent last week on the island of Saint Barth’s, which is also known as Saint Bart’s and officially called Saint Barthélemy. Whatever name you use, it’s a gorgeous, hilly eight-square mile island in the French West Indies with superb beaches, wonderful cuisine, balmy weather and Cuban cigars.
My wife, Manuela, and I went on the trip with two other couples, great friends of ours from home. Within an hour of landing at the tiny airport, we drove into the town of St. Jean for lunch at the Eden Rock Hotel. After filling our bellies with fresh seafood and quenching our thirst with two magnums of Rosé, the girls headed back to the villa for some pool time while the guys went for a quick dip in the ocean before walking down the street to the Casa del Habano to load up on smokes.
It’s a well-stocked shop, with just about every Cohiba and Montecristo in stock (even the rare Monte No. 4 Reserva), Vegas Robaina, Romeo y Julieta and many more. I shot a little video to give you an idea of the selection—take a look.
The Diplomaticos looked gorgeous, but there were only a few left in the box. I knew we would be smoking quite a bit, so I asked Sandrine, who runs the shop, if she had anything with a little age on it. She smiled and reached for a full box of H. Upmann No. 2s from August 2006. Perfect.
I grabbed the Upmanns, took out my cutter, and me and my buddies lit up. We walked out into the sun and enjoyed the leathery pyramids, which were medium to full bodied with a touch of black pepper, wood and a nice blast of cedar. The wrappers weren't as exquisite as you tend to see on the finest Monte 2s, but the cigars made up for their looks with tons of taste. I'll take flavor over appearance any day.
The Upmanns were great company on the trip. We spent our days sleeping in (did I mention we all left our kids at home?) then sat down to breakfasts of fresh bread and pastries, rich cheese and strong coffee. Then it was time to bask on the deck, take a few dips in the pool, play a little cards or read a book, then we would head to a restaurant for lunch, always paired with magnums of rose. (We soon jokingly dubbed 750 ml bottles half bottles.) Then it was time to hit one of the island’s great beaches.
Posted: Mar 11, 2008 11:31am ETThe first ProCigar Festival is in the books, and it went pretty well. About 120 people had a chance to spend time with cigarmakers in their factories and fields, they smoked up a storm and they got a nice taste of Dominican culture. A few even did the extended stay and spent this weekend in La Romana, home to Tabacalera de Garcia, and played in a golf tournament. I wish I could have joined them, but I had to return home.
There were cigars passed out at all of the dinners and lunches, at the factory and field tours and at most of the activities, plus there was an attractive sampler box that everyone got when they arrived. I have mine right here, and I thought I’d give you a little look inside.
The festival has been a long time coming, and I’m happy that it finally happened. Hopefully it will become an annual event, just like the Habanos Festival held in Cuba.
The Habanos festival is much larger than the ProCigar Festival. I believe more than 1,000 people attended the gala dinner completing the Habanos Festival, while the ProCigar Festival had little more than 100 in attendance. But Cuba has been doing this for a decade. Give the Dominicans time to get themselves up to speed on throwing this type of party, and—with a little more promotion—the ProCigar Festival will only get bigger. I’m told Santiago will have another hotel in a few months, which will add needed tourist space to the city. Right now, they really couldn’t handle 1,000 guests.
The comparisons between the festivals seemed to be partisan. One Dominican I spoke to said the ProCigar Festival was much better organized and far superior to the Habanos Festival. I asked the same question to a Cuban who had attended both, and she said the Habanos Festival was head and shoulders above the ProCigar Festival.