Out of the Humidor
From the Print Edition:
Fred Thompson, March/April 2009
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BMC(SW/AW) Jeffery J. Carne Virginia Beach, Virginia
Last month we sailed to England in the largest suite on the seas, one of the two 2,500 square-foot, bi-level accommodations on the Queen Mary 2. I couldn't smoke in the suite, nor on the huge private balcony outside, overlooking the stern. On this completely filled voyage (2800 passengers, 1400 crew) the most colorful, unique place was the Churchill Cigar Bar, a small room within the Commodore's Lounge, all the way forward, that seated less than 20 people. It was filled every night after dinner. Men in tuxedos and the five or six women in gowns on the formal nights, and the denizens of the place were out of a good novel. It was a quarter mile from our suite (the entire length of the ship) but was filled with bonhomie, great brandy, and Cuban cigars. When my wife finally agreed to join me, she readily acknowledged it was the most interesting aspect of the entire seven-day crossing.
It wasn't so much an Atlantic crossing as it was time travel back to the 30s, when good cigars, fine wine, and interesting conversation were so much more commonplace. Thanks for your help in trying to recreate it whenever you can!
Alan Weiss East Greenwich, Rhode Island