Tag: Havana cigars

In Praise of the RASS

AH, the RASS – spoken of reverentially and still one of the great ballads of the Cuban cigar songbook. For the uninitiated, a RASS means nothing at all, but spend more than a few cursory moments observing the cigar scene and you will hear this simple, yet superb cigar mentioned with a wistful sigh by cigar fans with taste the world over.

Dos and Don’ts

IT’S easy to forget when you’ve been a cigar fan for a long time, that not everyone may be quite as assured as you in a cigar shop or lounge – or necessarily know what you’re on about when you begin to wax lyrical.

Shifting Tectonics

THE world cigar market continues to fascinate; now moving and changing as fast as it has done in generations. The great tectonic plates of Cuban cigar making and those from the rest of the major cigarmaking nations are shifting – and we can see new landmasses being formed right in front of our very eyes.

A World of Opportunity

IT’S easy to think that all is doom and gloom in the cigar world – and beyond, for that matter – but here at Sautter we think it’s of vital importance to view your glass as half-full as often as possible.

Epiphany

THIS really does feel like an epiphany for the Cuban cigar industry – indeed for cigar makers and consumers.

Nick Hammond On Safari – Kenya Pt IV

THE ensuing days blur into a momentous series of experiences; intertwined and overlaid in a long, hot mirage of wonder.

LD on Nick’s Book

IN my opinion, there are cigar books and then there’s Around The World in 80 Cigars. I must have read it half a dozen times or more, but the stories within remaining as fresh as the day they were printed, and it never fails to make me chuckle. I reckon Sautter has sold more copies than any other store in the world, and it shows no signs of stopping. In my own words, it’s off the clock.

Nick Hammond On Safari – Kenya Pt III

THE smiling face of James is the first thing I see now that I’ve finally arrived. His beam echoes the warmth of the sun all around, and after a handshake and an introduction, followed by a farewell to my intrepid taxi driver, we’re climbing aboard one of the camp’s beloved Land Rovers, and we’re inside the gates.