As I passed down Charles Street, The Chesterfield Mayfair seemed to cough gently to grab my attention; if it could, I’m sure it would have taken me by the elbow and led me into its cool interior with a reassuring, “This way, Sir.”
Monty Cristo ventures to Canary Wharf for a full-body massage at the Four Seasons Hotel, followed by a night of debauchery at Boisdale for an international cigar auction of mammoth proportions…
Three arbitrary, independent, words. Put them together though, and you have an intriguing premise on…
In the first of a series of articles on the gloriously eccentric pastime of selecting, storing, collecting and perhaps even smoking cigars, we take a look at how the landscape has changed of late for London’s lovers of the leaf…