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| - The silhouette of the man smoking a pipe on the wooden marquee outside the store caused me to make several assumptions. I imagined that I would step inside and see a man with a fancy glass follicle in one eye, he would say, "Good evening, young sir. How can I be of assistance?" Then again, maybe a man would be seated in a mahogany colored leather chair with a long ivory pipe shooting from his mouth, nose deep in a copy of a Faulkner novel.
Not at all, there were a bunch of older guys hanging out on some plush chairs in the center of the shop puffing on stogies. The air was covered with a thin blend of various cigar smoke and pipe tobacco. I am not a connoisseur, but I thought all of the prices were acceptable, and they really had a great selection.
If you are new, you might want to pick up a copy of Aficionado magazine, the Blues Brothers are on the front (it's not real without John Belushi). The owner of the store recommended a plastic bag humidifier since I was new to the game; it would keep my cigar fresh for 60 days. You will like this place, but don't expect them to come up to you and give you suggestions. As Al put it, "It is really all about individual taste."
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