CIGARS and drink pairings is a huge topic. Everyone has their favourite, and we’re here to tell you about a few today and in future columns, but – first, we’ll add the caveat that we wish could be stuck on all boxes of fine cigars instead of the disgusting so-called health warnings we have to endure. Why don’t they put a picture of a naked obese person on every burger wrapper?
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.
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.
THERE was a time when a change of seasons brought about a slew of cigar articles on what smokes went with what particular time of year. Many of these had been pilfered, poached and pillaged to such a degree that they were a real magpie’s hoard of gold nuggets buried amidst an avalanche of flowery bullshit.
TORVILLE and Dean; Boycott and Edrich; fish and chips – cigars and ice cream? The alchemy of pairing your smokes with food and drink is yet another of the wonderfully layered aspects to our endless fascination with cigars.
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.
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 you ever been to a cigar dinner? They pop up every now and then and are, in general, an opportunity to be leapt upon as the wolf falls upon the lamb. The chance to gather with an intimate number of like-minded folk and indulge in an orgy of the senses is something to be savoured.