Okay…So, I’ve been a little bummed as of late, because finding a cigar lounge/hangout/place to buy good sticks has proven to be a trying and exhausting endeavor since I’ve been in Germany. I’ve found a couple of places, but none of them were really that awesome.
There are a surprising amount of cigar-smokers here, but most of them seem to go the online route to purchase their sticks of choice.
I love small business. I love small businesses that become medium-sized businesses because of people like me who make it a point to spend money there. I understand the argument the perpetuation of the cigar community might trump my idea that finding a local, walk-in cigar store may be more important than smoking. I get that…but there’s something about walking into a cigar store and being hit with the wafting scent of a freshly lit Gurkha Evil or being greeted by what was once a nameless clerk, who is now a great friend…in my case Tobacco Country in Jacksonville, NC was my place. Rodney, Ashley, Shawn, Eddie, Darbtastic, Melanie were all nameless clerks at one time, who are now close person friends of mine. I was Ashley’s best man at his wedding to longtime girlfriend, Kim. Rodney and I met up after work on countless occasions to banter about our days and share a smoke.
This is not the experience you get from an online cigar broker.
Thus my quest began here in beautiful Stuttgart, Germany; to find a cigar store.
This weekend I found my Eldorado! Alte Tabakstube is a small store, opened in 1972, situated on a corner in the heart of Stuttgart. Upon walking into this little store, patrons are greeted with floor to ceiling glass cases full of gentlemanly accoutrements: antique cuff-links, flasks of all shapes and sizes, cigar cutters, pipe lighters, fountain pens, pocket knives and all manner of accessories. Behind the counter is a locked cabinet full of single malt scotches and many other types of wonderful, ancient spirits.
The humidor is not quite walk-in, but the gentleman working there was quick to ask me what I preferred to smoke and eagerly helped me find something to suit my taste. My eye immediatly drifted to a familar black box, from where I was standing all I could see was a modest, silver and black banner that read: Triple Maduro. The Camacho Triple Maduro Torpedo to be exact and the box was only missing one stick. My heart nearly leapt out of my chest. I’d been smoking so many off-brand, shoddy cigars in search of something I’d never heard of because I couldn’t find any of my usual sticks. But, to finally have a Triple Maduro for my very own, again was certainly a surreal experience.
My first Camacho Triple Maduro experience was at the Plum Point, Tobacco Country and they had just put out a box in their well-stocked, walk-in humidor when I arrived one afternoon to see Ash.
I greeted Ashley in my usual way, “Dude, how goes the war? Anything good to smoke in here?”
On that particular day Ashley came back with, “Have you ever smoked a Camacho Triple Maduro?”
I hadn’t, until then, and it was glorious!
The next time you’re out and about in Stuttgart and are looking for a quality stick…head over to Alte Tabakstube…Check back because I’m planning on doing a feature on the cigar lounges in the area where you might be able to enjoy a stogie and a drink in the comfort of a leather sofa…
Thanks for reading,