So today I took a trip after work to a newer cigar shop in town, to remain nameless.
So I pull into the parking lot of the shopping strip that said shop is located. Basically it was a desolate strip with what seemingly only had one shop, that being the cigar shop.
As I opened the door to the shop and went inside I had a really eerie feeling. The best metaphor I could give was that it was like stepping into the old house of the old hag in the movie The Goonies. The place seemed really dusty.
I was pretty much greeted by the few people in the shop. Including a some-what obnoxious cigar representative to _____ (insert #9,999,999 DR cigar company). I guess I had lucked out as it was a day some special sell on whatever cigar they were peddling. The rep. introduced himself and went over what the special was and yadda yadda yadda so fast that I didn't catch anything but a bunch of marketing jargonla.
One of the employees assisted me into the humidor although I told him I was just looking around. I appreciate it, but I don't like them following behind me trying to peddle me on their high markup sticks. I can't fault the chap because that's his job but it's more of an annoyance. He was really nice although I wouldn't suprise me if he was or had been a crook. :lol:
I found their setup of the humidor funky. It wasn't organized by brand but rather by "light body smokes working all the way around over here to full body". I guess the only problem I had with that is that cigars and their characteristics are subjective. One positive was they had every line of Perdomo in stock which I haven't seen in Houston before. As I walked my way gradually looking at what they had to offer I came upon...
Cuban Cigars? I believe there were about 5 or so boxes with unbanded sticks sitting inside miscellaneous domestic boxes. No pricing was visible but there were handmade signs with the likes of P 898 and VR Unico I had an experience of inner-chuckle like never before. Were they real? Who knows... but I really doubt it.
I went around the wall of remaining cigars, talked abit about Perdomo and then quickly left. It was dirtiest cigar shop I've ever seen and feel sorry that Nick was subjected to actually holding an event there. I won't be going back, unless somone wants to buy some cuban cigars. :roll:
End of story; thoughts?
So I pull into the parking lot of the shopping strip that said shop is located. Basically it was a desolate strip with what seemingly only had one shop, that being the cigar shop.
As I opened the door to the shop and went inside I had a really eerie feeling. The best metaphor I could give was that it was like stepping into the old house of the old hag in the movie The Goonies. The place seemed really dusty.
I was pretty much greeted by the few people in the shop. Including a some-what obnoxious cigar representative to _____ (insert #9,999,999 DR cigar company). I guess I had lucked out as it was a day some special sell on whatever cigar they were peddling. The rep. introduced himself and went over what the special was and yadda yadda yadda so fast that I didn't catch anything but a bunch of marketing jargonla.
One of the employees assisted me into the humidor although I told him I was just looking around. I appreciate it, but I don't like them following behind me trying to peddle me on their high markup sticks. I can't fault the chap because that's his job but it's more of an annoyance. He was really nice although I wouldn't suprise me if he was or had been a crook. :lol:
I found their setup of the humidor funky. It wasn't organized by brand but rather by "light body smokes working all the way around over here to full body". I guess the only problem I had with that is that cigars and their characteristics are subjective. One positive was they had every line of Perdomo in stock which I haven't seen in Houston before. As I walked my way gradually looking at what they had to offer I came upon...
Cuban Cigars? I believe there were about 5 or so boxes with unbanded sticks sitting inside miscellaneous domestic boxes. No pricing was visible but there were handmade signs with the likes of P 898 and VR Unico I had an experience of inner-chuckle like never before. Were they real? Who knows... but I really doubt it.
I went around the wall of remaining cigars, talked abit about Perdomo and then quickly left. It was dirtiest cigar shop I've ever seen and feel sorry that Nick was subjected to actually holding an event there. I won't be going back, unless somone wants to buy some cuban cigars. :roll:
End of story; thoughts?