I spent a good deal of last week at a conference in New York City. They’ve banned smoking there, so we went to a few clubs. I have to say I prefer smoking outdoors to indoors, but it was pretty nice regardless.
The Merchant Club was nice, with small rooms off to the sides where our party of four could have a nice conversation while enjoying some ‘gars. I was smoking a Gispert, which I was pretty nice although by then my taste buds were pretty pickled. It was a large, box-pressed sucker but smooth and very smokable.
However, the fun ended when they decided to turn up the music, which was mostly rap (you can’t spell Crap without rap) and that ended the conversation and the good times.
Another night we went to the Carnegie Club, which was pretty oppulent with a life orchestra playing showtunes. My first cigar was a SOM (I didn’t ask specifically what brand) and it was very, very rich. It was as thick as any cigar I’ve smoked and it was good. Smooth, rich, thick and with smoke like peanut butter. I was regretting my choice of drink, gin, almost immediately as that cigar really required a single malt scotch to go along with it.
Later one our party ordered a Partagas Black Label, and after one sniff I wanted one of those black oily beauties. Alas, they were out, so I had an AVO instead which was really quite nice. The real trip was when the lady came to light it. First she lit a strip of cedar, and then used that to light the cigar. I could get used to an attractive woman lighting my cigar - I’ll have to talk the wife into it! While I was smoking the AVO I orderd a scotch, the same as someone else - one of those “I’ll have what he’s having” kind of things so I don’t know off hand what it was - and that was the perfect companion.
We got to last call, and still had plenty of cigar left to smoke so we ended up outside Carnegie Hall finishing them up. It was raining, and it’s amazing what damp air can do to a cigar and how quickly.
The downside in both clubs, however, was the smoke from everyone else. I like to taste smoke, but I don’t care to breathe it if I don’t have to. My clothes were pretty much fumigated as well. So, while I really enjoy cigars, I’m not sure I want to spend that much time in a club. I’m glad I don’t live in a socialist nanny state, but I don’t hold much hope for the future.
When I got home from my trip a small package was waiting for me - 10 Arturo Fuente Curlyheads from www.TexCigars.com. A great cigar dealer. More later on the curlyheads.