David Savona

Burnt Ends  

Posted: Jul 8, 2007 3:00pm ET
Yesterday I lit a thin cigar while sitting on my front steps with my little boy. We got up, took a walk through the neighborhood, and enjoyed the time together. I puffed as he explored. He looked at the rabbit that lives next door and threw a handful of stones in a sewer grate.

Independence Day Is Cigar Day  

Posted: Jul 3, 2007 12:02pm ET
Tomorrow is July 4, and I’m looking forward to it as always. My wife and young boy will be celebrating with friends at a cookout, and I can guarantee you that the day and night will include a bunch of great cigars.

Independence Day brings back fond memories of cookouts at friend’s houses, hot summer nights that always ended in the dead-end street where we took our spots to watch as the adults put down empty Michelob bottles and stuck in the wooden ends of bottle rockets, torching the fuses with lit cigarettes. We’d sit back and watch, ooh and ah at the homemade fireworks show, and chug a few too many sodas as our parents had a few too many beers. All the while the sweet smell of burning tobacco and spent fireworks seasoned the air, and every now and then we’d watch as someone walked out into the makeshift theater and laid out a new firework. When that person would run for the hills at full speed we knew it was going to be something big, and we held our ears accordingly.

The Morning Cigar

Posted: Jun 27, 2007 10:20am ET
Most workday mornings I walk from the train station to the office. Usually my goal is to time my stride so I make the lights, but today I felt like a cigar.

I stopped for a moment, took out my cigar case and removed a corona-sized Dominican cigar given to me by a friend. I cut it, then lit it with my Extend torch (always be prepared, right?) and started walking down Lexington Avenue.

Smoking in an Undisclosed Location

Posted: Jun 22, 2007 12:12am ET
I feel a little like vice president Cheney: The other night I sat in an undisclosed location in New York City. But I wasn’t there hiding from terrorists, I was ducking the smoke police.

At this undisclosed location, I fired up two great cigars. And the reason this place will remain undisclosed is because my act of smoking was quite illegal.

Dropping In On An Old Friend

Posted: Jun 15, 2007 12:17pm ET
Yesterday afternoon I drove to Garden City, Long Island, to catch up with an old friend of mine, George Brightman. George worked at Cigar Aficionado for 10 years, right from the very beginning of the magazine. His official title was director of business development, but his unofficial moniker was cigar guru. He knew just about everything about cigars and taught me a great deal about the business.

The End of "The Sopranos"

Posted: Jun 11, 2007 10:59am ET
Alas, poor Frank, I knew him.

As I write this, about 12 hours have passed since the last episode of “The Sopranos.” At the heart of the show was a mob hit, the final hit in a long stream of gangland executions that defined the series since its inception.

Proud Mary

Posted: Jun 1, 2007 2:55pm ET
I recently found one of the finest places on earth to smoke a cigar. The only problem? It’s not always in the same place.

The place is the Queen Mary 2, the stately ocean liner owned by Cunard. I was on the ship last week for the Britannia Ball, a fundraiser sponsored by CIT Group Inc., which benefited the New York City Opera and the Brooklyn Academy of Music.

A Different Kind of Smoke

Posted: May 27, 2007 2:37pm ET
It’s Memorial Day weekend, so that means flying the flag, loading up on the beer and cigars and cooking barbecue. I’m not talking grilling—which I’ll also do—I’m talking take-your-time, low-and-slow barbecue.

When I was younger I used to think that I was barbecuing when I threw a hunk of chicken on the old gas grill and charred it to high heaven. Then I met Jack Bettridge. Jack’s not only the spirits and fashion guru here at Cigar Aficionado, he’s also an expert on barbecue. Heck, he even wrote a book about the subject called Barbecue America.

Enough Cigars?

Posted: May 22, 2007 1:54pm ET
I was standing in the kitchen going over a few boxes of cigars. My wife, the lovely Manuela, was slicing some vegetables for the grill.

“What do you think?” I asked. “Five guys, four days of golf, three boxes of cigars. Good?”

A Trip Uptown

Posted: May 18, 2007 3:21pm ET
I took a long cab ride up to Washington Heights the other day with Jose Blanco of La Aurora cigars. Blanco, who directs the marketing for La Aurora, the Dominican Republic’s oldest cigar maker, always seems to know what’s going on in the American cigar market. He’s also a lover of good food, so when he suggested a 20-minute drive to get to lunch, I knew it had to be good.

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