Lazy Weekend on the Spanish CoastI asked the helpful lady at the Spanish tobacconists for cigars that would work well as a post-prandial puff with brandy and coffee whilst sitting at the poolside before my afternoon nap. This was a brief window of opportunity, so they had to last less than twenty minutes. They also had to be hand-rolled, but not necessarily Cuban. And they had to be an easy draw (laziness) and induce a contented reverie where all appeared to be well with the world.
It wasn't a simple brief, but she came up with three suitable options in no time. All happened to be Cuban by happenstance.