WE stumble, blinking and shivering, into the New Year. The mad scramble and endless ennui of the festive break is already a fading dream. The reality of January is a cold, dark and looong tunnel.
I’VE done it. I’ve put on a Christmas song. A rousing live version Come Home For Christmas by Bon Jovi – from the Very Special Christmas Live album – is the first drop of Christmas cheer I’ve allowed to seep into my consciousness this year.
THE warmth of good company – plus that from some bonus heat lamps; some excellent appetisers; spirits galore; topped off by a fantastic example of how good Cuban cigarmaking can be when it concentrates.
When people ask me what, in my opinion, the biggest luxury in the world is, I always have one answer. It is time! Time is something nobody has more of than anyone else. Time is the equalizer of everything and everyone.
YOU can’t beat a good, old-fashioned cigar launch night. This particular launch was given a modern twist by those crafty so and sos in the Hunters & Frankau marketing department.
I RECKON the Newman family are quite possibly the nicest in the cigar industry. And trust me, there are some very nice people working in cigars. There’ll be a chapter on their incredible story in my next book; Around The World in 80 Cigars – There And Back Again, and I was lucky to spend time in remarkable Ybor City, Florida, where they are based, exploring with them the history of cigars that is the only reason the town exists in the first place.
THE first face-to-face gathering of supporters of Nick Hammond’s Around the World in 80 Cigars – There And Back Again book project took place last week at Sautter of Knightsbridge.
THE annual cigar shindig in the industrial town of Dortmund is finished. The booths are dismantled, the ashtrays are emptied. Vape companies pack away their gaudy, Disney-coloured show posters; attractive young models put away their lycra hotpants for another year.