In this edition of my long-awaited return to the blogosphere, I’m celebrating with a diabolical detour to the nether region of my 52-quart coolerdor...
It’s been 20+ plus years since Camacho appeared in my regular smoking rotation. Way back then, it resided in the top-shelf of my self-converted, cedar-lined coolerdor...
I happened to be in search of Arturo Fuente cigars when they were as elusive as a pulse on a mannequin. Holt’s provided me with my coveted Arturo Fuentes when no one else. Read More
