Out of the Humidor
From the Print Edition:
Fidel Castro, Summer 94
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During a recent reading of Cigar Aficionado on my way to England and Scotland, I decided to visit Davidoff in London. This particular article featured their store and the unfortunate end of a long and prosperous business relationship with their Cuban counterparts.
After a long and much-delayed flight out of Boston, I arrived in London on a Saturday afternoon. Upon arriving at the hotel, I inquired of the concierge for directions to Davidoff. Fortunately, my hotel was located adjacent to Buckingham Palace and was only a very short walking distance from the store because it would soon be closing for the weekend. My business would be taking me to another city on Monday, and this was my only opportunity to visit and sample my favorite, illicit-brand of cigars--Cohiba.
I must admit I am a bit amused by a policy that prohibits the import of a product into the United States that is so readily available in the rest of the world. Why do we in our infinite wisdom embark on such "causes" alone and without the consensus of the rest of the world? Looking at the bright side of this issue, I suppose the deprivation brought on by the embargo has heightened my sense of appreciation and enjoyment of these fine cigars when they can be obtained.
Upon arriving at Davidoff, I was greeted by a friendly and helpful staff who led me straight to my beloved Cohibas. I could not light my first cigar quick enough and enjoyed a second one on my way back to the hotel. Due to the prohibitive cost of these babies, I bought just enough to get me through what proved to be my most memorable trip ever.
As soon as I got back home, I visited my local tobacconist on Christmas Eve and relived the many memorable moments of the trip and, of course, the cigars. Much to my surprise, the owner announced that he had a special gift for me. And what a surprise it proved to be: a fresh, unopened box of Cohiba Lanceros. I rushed to open the box and share a savored cigar with my friend.
What an irony that I have traveled so far to receive the same cigar right here at home. Who says there is no Santa Claus?
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It was wonderful to meet you at the Big Smoke in Miami in January.
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