Posted: Feb 28, 2013 12:00am ET
It’s my fourth day in Havana, and the sun has disappeared, blown away by the wind and the rain. The front seems to be wreaking havoc with the electricity in the hotel, as it keeps going off and coming back on. I opted to take the stairs this morning when I left, instead of risking 18 flights in an elevator, and I felt vindicated when the stairway was plunged into darkness somewhere in the teens. (iPhone flashlight app to the rescue—don’t travel without it.) But this is Cuba, and things like this sometimes happen. Comes with the territory.
Gordon Mott arrived yesterday, and he met me at La Fontana, a paladar we truly enjoyed a few years ago. (We recommended it in our cover story on Havana.) Rob Fox of J.J. Fox in London and Dublin had organized a lunch with a group of his friends and customers, and he handed me a cigar that was nearly as old as I am, a Ramon Allones Private Stock No. 1 from the early 1970s. “It could be newspaper,” he said, not wanting to get my hopes up.
Old cigars don’t always improve—sometimes they turn to nothing, and are flavorless. This one was far from newspaper, but it was past its peak. Mine had a tight draw, and was largely showing dusty almond notes with just a touch of cedar. Very pleasant but mild. At the very end, with less than an inch left, I revisited the smoke, and it was far more intense with a long, nutty finish.
I began my Wednesday with another aged cigar from another retailer from the U.K. Ajay Patel handed me a 2002 Cohiba Robusto Reserva, which I smoked to start my Wednesday. Wow. What a brilliant smoke. I won’t go into the details (you’ll read much more about it in an upcoming Connoisseur's Corner in Cigar Aficionado) but I’ll be hard pressed to find a better smoke on this trip. Then it was off to a showing of art and Louis XIII Cognac, then the launch of a book at the Partagás Cigar Factory, and then our traditional opening dinner at El Aljibe, with plenty of cigars throughout the night.
Posted: Feb 27, 2013 12:00am ET
It’s 9 a.m., and I’ve just lit up a new Montecristo Petit No. 2. Too early for a cigar? Not here. Not in Cuba.
I was given the cigars last night at the opening party for the Habanos Festival, a gathering of several hundred people at the historic Morro Castle, a sturdy fortress festooned with massive cannons that stands guard astride the Malecón. It was quite a dramatic setting for the launch of a pair of new Montecristos, the Montecristo Petit No. 2 and the Montecristo Double Edmundo. The cigars were handed out at the start of the evening. I smoked a Double Edmundo during the event, but I didn’t want to pass judgment on it or take notes while smoking it outdoors in the wind. It’s impossible to get all the nuances of the smoke in most outdoor settings, and this was less than ideal: breezes make cigars burn improperly, having a conversation means you don’t spend enough attention on your cigar, and all that open air ensures you lose the aroma of the smoke. So this morning I’m sitting down after coffee and breakfast with a clean palate to give you an idea about the new cigars of Cuba.
Of course, what I was given last night isn’t necessarily what will end up on store shelves later this year when these cigars officially go on sale. These are samples. Sometimes the final product smokes better, as prototypes like this one might be rushed into production to make a deadline, such as a grand party. Sometimes they smoke better in preview. There have been times when a preview cigar has been made at one factory, and the final product is rolled at another, or several others. Either way, things might change.
One thing that won’t change is the shape, and the shape of this Monte Petit No. 2 is quite attractive. It measures 4 3/4 inches by 52 ring, with that picture perfect Monte 2 head. I love the shape, as if someone made a Montecristo No. 2 and just sliced off a few inches. It feels quite natural in the hand, and the draw is spot on right away.
Posted: Feb 26, 2013 12:00am ET
I slipped the chocolate brown cigar out of my case, clipped its head and put its foot to the flame. I took a puff, exhaled toward the ceiling of the hotel lounge and smiled. Bienvenidos a Cuba.
I’m in Havana for the 15th annual Habanos Festival, that gathering of Cuban cigar retailers, distributors and unabashed fans from around the globe celebrating this island’s best export. I’m one of 1,500 people here just for the Festival del Habano, and for the next week I will be smoking cigars left and right and reporting on what’s going on in Cuba.
The first news is the introduction of several new cigars, and the rebirth of a discontinued brand.
Montecristo is one of the most important brands in Cuba, in terms of units sold, dollars raised and international prestige. Later this year the Cubans will unveil two new Montecristos: the Montecristo Petit No. 2 and the Montecristo Double Edmundo.
The Petit No. 2 is the first addition to the core “Línea Clásica” Montecristo brand. The Monte Petit No. 2, which I’ll smoke tonight at a dinner dedicated to the cigar, is a truncated version of the ever popular Montecristo No. 2. The Petit No. 2 measures 4 3/4 inches by 52 ring and will come in boxes of 25, boxes of 10 and in three-packs. The cigar will also sport the new version of the Montecristo band, which features a bolder gold on the fleur-de-lis and a few subtle changes meant to thwart counterfeiters.
“This is the first introduction in the Línea Clásica line in a long time,” said Ana López Garcia, current director of marketing operations for Habanos, S.A.
Posted: Feb 21, 2013 12:00am ET
For some, it’s that first glimpse of the lush, green fields sprawling beneath the wings of the 767 as ocean turns to land. For others, it’s the first sniff of aged tobacco leaves, flat and waiting to be rolled into cigars. For me, it’s that moment when you step from the airplane door into the gangway and feel the tropical heat and humidity hug your body in an embrace that says, “Welcome back, you’re in the Dominican Republic, cigar country."
I left my home yesterday long before the sun rose and landed in Santiago de los Caballeros, Dominican Republic, around noon to join the 6th annual ProCigar Festival. This weeklong event brings cigar retailers and enthusiasts from around the United States and the world for immersion in the glorious world of handmade, Dominican cigars.
I’ve been coming to the Dominican Republic for 17 years, and I always enjoy coming here. Some of the cigar world’s best-known brands are made here, by members of the association known as ProCigar: Arturo Fuente, Davidoff, Macanudo, Romeo y Julieta, Fonseca, La Aurora, and the organization only recently added two new members, La Flor Dominicana and EP Carrillo.
The first function I attended was a press conference where representatives of each ProCigar company (save for Fuente, who was not here during this particular conference) sat on stage. In a sign of the expansion of the organization, the members were quite literally shoulder to shoulder, and one had to sit outside the confines of the table. February 20, as it turns out, was a birthday for ProCigar.
“ProCigar turns 21 today—we are legal drinking age,” said Manuel “Manolo” Quesada, owner of Manufactura de Tabacos S.A. (MATASA), one of the most prominent members of ProCigar. Quesada explained how 21 years ago that very day, six companies came together with a handshake and founded the organization, dedicated to ensuring the quality of Dominican cigar production.
Posted: Jan 25, 2013 12:00am ET
I’ve been doing quite a bit of research lately on man caves, the rooms that men dedicate to getting away, either all on their own or with friends and family. Not all of them allow cigars, but as you could imagine, I focused exclusively on the cigar-friendly variety.
There’s a cable TV program dedicated to man caves on the DIY Network, a cigar shop that calls itself the man cave and tons of great examples from around the United States and around the world. I’ve spoken to a cigar lover from Denmark who built a cigar-friendly man cave in an old house with a selection of old jazz playing on a turntable. I visited a builder in Connecticut who turned a new basement into a gorgeous cherry- and stone-lined “gentleman’s room” with a wine cellar and gas fireplace, and I interviewed a doctor who built a 2,600 square foot (!) man cave complete with a movie theater, bar and golf simulator, every blessed inch of it cigar friendly. And there are many more I’ve discovered. Each of these places are wonderful in their own way, and reflect the interests and passions of the individual owner.
Now I’d like your involvement. I bet many of you have man caves of your own. (I even have my own man cave in my basement. A friend of mine dubbed it The Bunker, and the name stuck. I’ll likely be there this weekend, smoking a cigar and enjoying a movie on the big screen.) It doesn’t have to be palatial or fancy—it just has to be your own special place where you go to smoke cigars. I’d love to see a photograph (or, better yet, a few) and hear in your own words what makes it special, and why you built it. It might become part of a gallery of man caves we’re putting together at Cigar Aficionado.
So let’s hear about—and see—your cigar-friendly man caves. Upload your photos and comments with our Moments to Remember tool.
Posted: Dec 12, 2012 12:00am ET
I turned 44 this year, so I don't consider myself old but I'm far from young. I'm reminded of my lack of youth on a daily basis, whether it's from looking in the mirror at my bumper crop of gray hairs or in the little reminders I hear from coworkers. One of them in particular (I'll keep him anonymous, but his last name rhymes with "Fittaker") enjoys reminding me that he was only eight years old when I started working for this magazine, more than 17 years ago. Funny guy.
An even more painful reminder of my fleeting youth came about a week ago, when I played in my annual football game. While I failed to shed blood on the gridiron (that was my friend Jim) and didn't need to be carried off the field (that dubious honor went to my buddy Tim), going head-to-head with a stronger, faster, 27-year-old player left me with a misaligned shoulder. Pass the Advil, and forgive me if I don't raise my arms above my head for awhile.
So my body isn't improving with age. But cigars certainly do. I'm reminded of this fact as I puff on a Davidoff No. 1, a gran panetela that was rolled in Cuba way back in 1986, the year I graduated from high school and went on to college.
Back in 1986, my hair was jet black, my knees were sound and I would have bounced back from that football game in about 15 minutes, rather than needing weeks of physical therapy. The years have taken a bit of a toll, you might say. But the Davidoff I'm smoking has fared quite well. The cigar burns absolutely perfect, and has developed notes of caramel, honey and almond, with exceptional balance. It was 7 1/2 inches long when I started, and I've just removed the band to keep on smoking. I'm not going to tell you the score—I'm saving that for the Connoisseur's Corner page in the February issue, which will be out in early January—but I think you can tell it will be quite high.
Posted: Nov 28, 2012 12:00am ET
November is always a busy month here at Cigar Aficionado. We hold the Las Vegas Big Smoke, finalize our top 25 cigars of the year, and throw a big party in our hometown: The Big Smoke New York.
The event takes place on Thursday night, and it allows cigar lovers to light up indoors and share a smoke with their fellow aficionados and some of the biggest names in the premium cigar industry. (Tickets are still available—click here for details.)
Big Smoke week means visitors from the cigar world in our offices, smoky meetings and late night dinners. It brings the cigar world to Manhattan and makes our office a very busy place. At any given time you might find Litto Gomez in one office and Jorge Padrón in another. Rocky and Nish Patel might drop by for a smoke and a chat, and Carlos Fuente Jr. or Alan Rubin might say hello and talk about their latest creations.
Big Smoke week is a high-energy stretch of cigar smoking and camaraderie. All of us from Cigar Aficionado will be there-come and join us.
Posted: Oct 29, 2012 12:00am ET
My office is closed today, due to the approach of Hurricane Sandy. Outside the wind is howling and the water is rising, and we’re waiting for the worst to come later tonight.
Hurricanes are rare in the New York area, but they’re quite common in cigar country, and I’ve been getting calls and emails of concern from friends in the cigar industry. Jorge Padrón called, checking on how things looked up here, and I just got off the phone with Litto Gomez, who was also checking in on me. Earlier, Rafael Nodal sent me an email. They’ve all been through the same and much worse, but they know that all of us up here in the north are hurricane novices.
If you make cigars, hurricanes are a part of your world, and there are legendary storms that have reshaped the cigar world. Hurricane Gilbert tore the roof from the Royal Jamaica factory in 1988, and the brand had to be moved from Jamaica as a result.
Hurricane Georges nearly ended the Fuente Fuente OpusX brand, taking down so many of the Fuente Family’s tobacco curing barns in 1998 they doubted they could go on. And Hurricane Mitch, a brutal storm that killed thousands in Central America, shut down the Nicaraguan and Honduran cigar industries for a time in 1998, scouring away tobacco fields.
Sandy is supposed to be bad, but we’ve had time to prepare and hopefully it shall pass without too much harm. For all of you in the path of this storm, stay safe.
Posted: Oct 18, 2012 12:00am ET
The smoke police want to take away Santa’s pipe.
I discovered this while reading today’s New York Post, which had a small news item about Canadian author Pamela McCall self-publishing a new, sanitized version of the Christmas classic A Visit From St. Nicholas. I dug around, found corroboration of the news, and looked up McCall’s author biography and a Facebook page dedicated to her book.
McCall describes herself as a “children’s advocate and smoking cessation coach.” She decided to scrub away the smoking reference from the original work by Clement Moore, which dates back to 1823. One of the most famous of children’s stories, A Visit From St. Nicholas (also called ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas) is credited with shaping the image of Santa Claus as a jolly, overweight and, yes, smoke-kissed image of Christmas.
McCall’s Twas the Night Before Christmas is published not only without the apostrophe before the “t” in “’twas,” but it also is missing Santa’s trademark pipe. For those of you who are unfamiliar with the verse, allow me to quote the line from the original that ignited McCall’s ire:
“The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.”
I have no issue with a person coming up with a story that doesn’t mention smoking, or one that talks about smoking being bad for you. If it’s your story, you can write it any way you please. But rather than having the creativity to imagine a tale of her own, to pluck words from the ether and place them together in a way that people might find as memorable, endearing and entertaining as the original, McCall simply took out her red pen and cut out the words she didn’t like. That’s not writing, that’s censoring.
How odd that McCall would find Santa’s pipe such a problem. The story is about a man who spends his workday climbing down chimneys, many of them presumably dirty. Sure, it’s only one workday a year, of course, but it’s quite a busy one, and Santa clearly pays a price for moving through flues. In an earlier verse, St. Nick is described as:
Posted: Oct 5, 2012 12:00am ET
Grab a cigar and a fine beverage, and get ready to sit back and take in a game. The Major League Baseball playoffs begin today.
A baseball game offers the perfect tonic for a cigar. Unlike football, which is a game of constant action, baseball games can be long, drawn-out chess matches pitting pitcher against batter, one manager’s strategy against the others. The numbers mean something. Your eyes can move away from the screen for a bit while you engage a buddy, son or spouse in conversation about what’s happened before, what might happen next and how it’s all been done before. There’s history and legend and, hopefully, memorable games.
As the postseason unfolds, we at Cigar Aficionado have brought to you, once again, our guide to puffing in the playoffs by writer Alejandro Benes. His superb piece talks all about the memorable 2012 regular season (a Triple Crown winner—first time in my lifetime!) and lays the groundwork for where you can smoke in the cities that are part of the playoffs.
Read the story, root for your favorite team or against your most hated enemy, and get ready for baseball played in the crisp fall air. Me? I’m rooting for the New York Yankees, a team I’ve loved since I was a kid, and I’ll be on my couch on Sunday with a good cigar, a cold beverage and a burning desire to see them win. (Gordon, who is a Red Sox fan, will be watching soccer this weekend.)
Who are you pulling for?