Billows of Smoke with Scent of a Woman
INSIDE OR OUTSIDE CUBA, THE HABANO HAS ALSO CAPTIVATED MANY WOMEN. ITS RITUAL AND MASTERY DAZZLES ELEGANTLY, SEDUCTIVELY, AND VITALLY FROM THE HANDS TO THE LIPS OF WOMEN
There is the smoke, the space, the warm smile (somewhat naughty), certainly empowered. There are the different expressions, the ways of reconnecting, of awakening perhaps. The quotation is a pretext for many things that are valid, tender, sober, well learned. Each meeting of the socio-cultural project Amigas del Habano has sorority, mysticism and a lot of shared wisdom of its own. The journey teed off a decade ago; a journey that is not a mischief, because it has never been a simple game, the short-lived fascination or sheer banality. It was, and it is, a call to learn more personally, outside of the genre box and patriarchal boundaries, about a product that enthralls and identifies people: the Habano.
There, the hands, the softness, the afternoon full of lights, well-polished nails and gestures of more or less young ages... There, also the turn, the puff, the scroll of smoke that wafts away. The woman smokes and tastes; the friend reconnects with others that, just like her, have been conquering spaces full of testosterone. The sommelier, those who are understood, the intellectual ones, the workers, the sybarites... all of them learn from so much and from such a depth; from beauty and from heritage.
It would seem that there is no better excuse to gather such a diverse bunch of ladies. As an unusual host, tobacco traces routes that go from the history of Cuba itself all the way to its arts, landscapes, autochthonies and knowledge. Each occasion is a feast for the senses and a gathering for culture. Not the other way around. The seriousness of the Project is precisely what has granted this out-ofthe-box council such vast wealth and knowledge to share, let alone respect galore.
The line always remains the same, although inescapably full of nuances: to inform and learn about the Habano in question and the drink of choice. Thus,
the Female Friends of Habano (Amigas del Habano) have puffed on world-class brands of the best tobacco in the world, such as Cohiba, Montecristo, Romeo and Julieta, Partagás, Hoyo de Monterrey, H. Upmann, and even others such as Cuaba, Trinidad, Punch or Bolívar, perhaps less known but equally appreciated. As for the vitolas, the selection has also been varied: thick or thin ring gauges, long or short sizes. Experimentation has shown that, as in other delights, taste defines preference. While some prefer Habanos of round caliber, others have discovered a vocation for smaller sizes; and that's always alright.
In terms of harmony, the spectrum has also swayed heterogeneously. Nevertheless, another fruit of this Caribbean land prevails in the meetings: the Cuban Light Rum takes the cake. As an illustrious child of this island nation, the distilled spirit wraps patrons around its full body, made up of traditions and the excellence of the homegrown sugarcane. Thus, rum and Habanos have livened up many of the women's encounters. Thanks to this, it is no longer strange to hear participants refer to regional styles of the spirit, to the terroirs of taste that best combine with a certain expression or product. It is even that demystification the reason why the ladies drink only sweet, light or mixed drinks.
And yes, we are referring to only one group of women, but there are many who today choose to celebrate their triumphs, their time, their affections, accompanied by a Habano. This article is a tribute to all of them. It is more and more palpable; it is not a question of enjoying a premium cigar out of elitism, snobbery or mere circumstance. The craving is there, the hobby exists and is enhanced; it is reaffirmed and it's also protected by accurate knowledge. Outside or inside Cuba, the Habano -the iconic ambassador of the largest Caribbean island- has also captivated many women. From one end of the world to the other, its ritual and lordship dazzles elegantly, seductively, vitally from the hands to the lips of women.
It is that, when a Habano is lit up, the seduction of the smoke, of the puff, of the papillae in full exaltation, are simply unrivalled; everything is blurred in terms of gender. Men and women find in Habano an alchemy that envelops and pierces. It's all about their senses being overwhelmed by a centuries-old tradition, by a different, palpable and wise beauty. It is tobacco at its best, in its best expression, that speaks of pleasures and delights. It is taste, and there is a woman, who understands, who chooses, who appreciates, who knows where she is headed to. That is just another reason.
THE SOMMELIER, THE CONNOISSEUR, THE INTELLECTUAL, THE WORKER, THE SYBARITE..., ALL LEARN FROM SO MUCH AND SO DEEPLY; FROM BEAUTY, FROM HERITAGE