A Night to Remember

A Night to Remember

The sun didn’t steal the show, but it sure tried its hardest. In a dark corner of the Hyatt Regency Churchill hotel off London’s Portman Square, sat the real star of the evening.

Barbecue Bolivar?

Barbecue Bolivar?

Ah, the acrid waft of smouldering lighter fluid; the unmistakable crunch of carbonized pork products; the worryingly soft texture of undercooked chicken. Yes folks, barbecue weather is finally upon us.

Labour of Love

Labour of Love

If you love cigars, you may or may not also love the myriad of accessories that go with them. From cutters to lighters, travel pouches to carrying tubes, humidors, ashtrays, stands – you name it, you can buy it.

Damned Odd Place to Smoke a Cigar…

Damned Odd Place to Smoke a Cigar...

So, a cigar has been carried to (if not smoked at) the top of the world. Some stunt. Ukrainian-Cypriot Yevgen Staroselskiy – in conjunction with Phoenicia Trading AA, Habanos importers for the Middle East – toted a box of Saint Luis Rey Herfing Exclusivo Medio Oriente right to the top of Mount Everest and was pictured proudly displaying the Duke sized cigars on the roof of the world.

The Hamster Ratings

The Hamster Ratings

The Hamster Ratings are a mark of tongue in cheek respect from none other than Nick Hammond, master wordsmith and doyen of the Good Life.

Howzat?

Howzat?

English Summertime is forever linked with the sound of leather on willow. Whether you love or can’t stand the intrinsically British pastime of cricket, there’s no denying that the sound of bat on ball and the gentle ripple of applause from the spectators gathered on the boundary is one of those lazy, hazy Summer sounds that bring to mind hammocks and droning bees, soft breezes and warm afternoon naps.

Have A Little Faith

Have A Little Faith

So much of a successful life – and by that, we mean a happy, fulfilled one – is about putting one foot in front of another. That sounds rather like over simplification, but the essence of the statement remains absolutely true.

Wood For The Trees

Wood For The Trees

Sometimes we forget to observe and enjoy the obvious. In our constant striving for something more, our attention tends to get focused on the exciting, the glamourous. The simple, little things get overlooked.