As promised, a little more detail this week on what it’s like to visit a cigar trade show. A tobacco trade show to be more precise; and to narrow down the field to a precise point, the InterTabac in Dortmund, Germany.
A whirlwind tour, a book launch, a tobacco tradeshow, a bad back and not much sleep – a diary of how (or maybe how not, who knows?) to launch a book.
Crumbs. Another year rolls into Q4, as marketeers are so fond of calling it. It seems barely possible. The rest of the year has disappeared in a flash, we’ve won the cricket World Cup, lost the Ashes and here we are, on the cusp of mists and mellow
One of the things about cigars which gives me great pleasure is the way they have become inextricably linked with my experiences, travels, the people I meet and the places I go.
Are there certain brands you don’t get on with? It would be unusual if their weren’t. As with all things in life, we have our predilections and prejudices, however well concealed they may be. I bet you a pound to a penny that while there are regular favourites in your smoking routine, there are also some fairly obvious candidates that never seem to make it.
Morning cigars are either something you know about or something you don’t. They could be described as being a bit ‘Marmite’; you love ‘em – or you hate ‘em. For some, nothing quite comes close to their first cigar of the day. To others, the thought is merely repulsive.
It’s never too late to change. They say you can’t teach an old dog new tricks, and to a large extent, it’s true. Let’s face it, getting El Jeffe, Laurence Davis, to switch from smoking behemoth cigars several times a day to partaking in a cigarillo every fortnight is a mission that’s doomed to failure.