Normally, there would be an article here to whet your appetite for a very specific cigar. Normally, there would be lines here that would arouse your curiosity about a very special treat. Normally. But this time it’s different.
Although our magazine is entirely dedicated to indulgence, we also have to deal with the shady side from time to time. Even if these darker sides are hidden behind gold leaf and piano lacquer, behind plush cushions and velvet upholstery, and they secretly exude the seductive scent of money. This time, we’ll devote ourselves to the habits that hide behind closed doors of some old men’s clubs and their old-boy networks, and which bring scroungers and schmucks to light.
So today, I don’t want to talk about a particular cigar. Instead, I want to take you on a journey to the true value of the cigar. And I would like to invite you to ask yourself how we can all, together, preserve the cultural asset of the cigar in the future so that we can continue to enjoy it and enjoy a little hedonism.
So trust us, scan the QR code, and follow me to our literary smoking salon. It will certainly be worth it this time as well.
