Slap bang in the pounding heart of Docklands, Four Seasons Hotel London at Canary Wharf stands sentinel on a bend of the swirling, troubled Thames. Nick Hammond checks into a fifth floor suite, and finds a home from home…
As I sit down and reach for my napkin, a silver platter arrives before me with 12 Flor de Canos arranged clockwise upon it. I steal four o’clock with a murmur of thanks and fire it up with quiet elation. Crikey, this is something special.
The gathered crowd – lawyers, army officers, restaurateurs, luxury retailers and your dedicated correspondent – were united by the love of food, drink and fine cigars and by golly, didn’t we prove it…
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…