i'm gonna start of here, getting real right off the bat, and admit that i am intimidated by cigars. there is a lot to know, it always seems like those who know get annoyed by those who don't. but not at conch republic.
i walked right now, my heart in my teeth, to purchase a cigar for my father. there were three rooms of cigars and a hand roller on site and i have never ever purchased a cigar before.
but i bravely admitted by lack of knowledge and without a hesitation, the amazing proprietor took me around the store and pointed out different kinds of cigars and situations that may befit smoking such and such versus another.
i wish i could remember his name. i want to call him joe, but i'm really not sure. he's key west via the marines, via new jersey via brooklyn and once i'd picked out several tubes of tobacco (a couple el presidente for pops and hemingways for my boyfriend), we bonded over brooklyn and he told me stories about his days in the city.
goes to show you the world is a tiny neighborhood. and i got some great cigars. read more