Tag: cigars

Trends, Moods, Seasons And Cigars

It’s interesting to note how your flavour and palate leanings change over time, seasons, moods, trends and – who knows? – maybe the gravitational pull of the moon as well.

Catch The Fish, Not The Fisherman

Being a cigar lover is a bit like being a fisherman – with the quarry being an elusive cigar rather than a shimmering trout. We could stretch the analogy to tortuous limits and tell you that clipping and torching your cigar is like tying your deadliest fly and making sure your rod, reel, line and hook are in fighting form.

Royal Rumble

Prince Charles and the Duchess of Cornwall’s recent flying visit to Cuba caught the attention of cigar lovers in Sautter of Mount Street this week. Let’s face it – once you’re on the cigar bandwagon, any mention of Cuba within 300 yards is listened to and dissected with intense scrutiny.

When You Wish Upon A Star…

There’s something about the first faltering steps of Spring that set the heart soaring. The long, dark, night is coming to an end. There’s a bluish tint to the dawn, which means that although the halcyon days of hazy, lazy Summer afternoons is not close yet, it’s becoming more of a reality day by day.

If It Makes You Happy, It Can’t Be That Bad…

If there was one piece of cigar advice you should clutch close to your heart it’s this; there’s no such thing as right or wrong.Sure, there are etiquette issues and cigar manners – like don’t sniff, slurp, lick and squeeze a cigar before deciding you don’t want it and bunging it back on the shelf.

Mood Food

Just like when you arrive at your favourite restaurant and first begin to peruse the menu du jour, there are times when certain cigars will call to you more than others.

Quelle Heure Est-ils?

Spending a week away in Havana with El Jeffe got us thinking. Just like anything else in this wonderful, rich, varied existence we lead, people have their preferences, their idiosyncracies, their quirks and personalities.

Return From Havana

Returning from any great holiday is a come-down, but heading home after a hedonistic week in Havana is a real bummer. We know because we’ve just done it.