La Flor Dominicana Event at City Place Cigar-AKA: On the Fraternity of the Leaf

Enjoying a cigar is a tradition as old as America.  Cliché?  Perhaps; but it’s also very true.  The smell of my father’s Don Diego as it wafted up to the starry night sky is one of my earliest sensory memories.  When I came of age, my father taught me several important truths about cigars:

1: “The difference between a $3 cigar and an $8 cigar is five dollars.”

2: “ALWAYS share your cigars, or at least offer to do so.”

3: “The best way to open the head of a cigar is however you want.  Cut it, poke, bite it; doesn’t matter.”

4: “Don’t be that guy that talks about stuff no one wants to hear when you smoke with people.”

Or my personal favorite:

5: “If you see a guy smokin’ a stogie, and he seems like a nice, approachable person, you can go ahead and think to yourself, ‘that guy’s my friend.’”

These are things I always have in mind when I smoke or do anything in relation to cigars.  I most certainly had these principles in mind when my father and I headed to our favorite Lynchburg cigar shop/lounge, “City Place Cigar”.  If you are ever in the Lynchburg area, look it up!  They have a great selection of middle-to-top shelf cigars, as well as large, beautiful areas to sit and relax.  Next door is a top notch coffee shop, “The Muse”, where the most friendly, smiling baristas are happy to serve you masterfully crafted house coffee blends.  Needless to say, this little corner of Lynchburg (located in the Wyndhurst development) is a cigar aficionado’s paradise.

We went out for an event sponsored by La Flor Dominicana.  The theme was St. Patrick’s Day-inspired.  For $10, you got a lovely La Flor Dominicana Double Claro (pictured), free soft drinks, and great Irish cuisine like corn beef and Guinness Pie.

While the food was delicious (as it always is at these events), the cigar was even better.  Admittedly, I don’t smoke many double claro (green wrapper) stogies, but I was blown away!  This cigar was full of fresh, unadulterated tobacco flavor, along with an agreeable (and quite pleasant) vegetal element.  The spice on this cigar was subtle and balanced: definitely a well thought-out cigar.  I came to the conclusion that I must be ignorant for not smoking many double claro cigars, as the wrapper accounts for most of the flavor, and these flavors were a knockout. 

As my father and I sat, admiring and discussing these artfully crafted green cigars, we couldn’t help but notice a division in the room.  There were three distinct groups: (helpful and friendly) employees near the counter, wealthy fat-cats keeping to themselves in a corner, and the large conversation pit located in the most open part of the store.  We were, of course, in the third category. 

No later than five minutes after we took our seats and lit up, the college-age gentlemen next to us extended his hand and said “Hello, I’m Drew!”  The three of us struck up a friendly conversation which covered a variable cornucopia of topics.  For example: Drew and I turned out to have many things in common, including one or two mutual friends, even though he is from Virginia Beach and I have no ties to that area.  Also, he has attended a local church whose orchestra has employed me since high school.  This brings me to my main point: tobacco has a strange, inexplicable ability to bring people together.  When Native Americans had a problem to solve, or an issue to work out, they would sit in a circle, light up a pipe, and talk about it; working out compromises or coming to agreements.  This power of tobacco is still with us, as we sit on our deck chairs, foldable campfire chairs, or even no chairs at all.  I once heard this referred to as “The Fraternity of the Leaf”.

 This brotherhood is not akin to some university “Greek life” frat; it is open to all!  In this brotherhood we do not judge our fellow man but rather, like the philosophers of old, we open our mind to what he has to say.  We do not wait to speak; we listen while we draw in our smoke and digest our brother’s thoughts.  This type of open circle was started in the Native American peace pipe gatherings.  Bill Paley of La Palina Cigars has said that modern American politicians are so divided because of the lack of “smoke-filled rooms” in places of political business.  He theorizes that if the cigar smokers of Congress got together more often over a box of fine cigars, they may gain a mutual personal respect, even though they may disagree politically.  Amen, sir!

So next time you find yourself in a crowded cigar lounge, note the distinct separations.  Also note that the biggest section is always the conversation pit.  And while you could go to a corner and enjoy this luxury that your life has afforded you, try immersing yourself in this diverse group of people.  As for me, that’s where I’ll be.

Until next time, keep your music playing and your ashes long,

The Calmed Musician