Edited by Saynt
Before a holiday away with my family in upstate New York, I spent an evening with the Nat Sherman family at an intimate dinner hosted at a mausoleum to their cigar empire at 42nd Street and 5th Avenue. [Read More]

In unusual style, I arrived to the dinner unfashionably late, running from our 30th street loft offices, uptown, in rush hour traffic, arrived at the dinner at the start of our first course. A beautiful appetizer was set before my empty chair as I arrived dressed as if I had just performed manual labor for the New York State Prison System. All 29 other guests were in suit and tie.
An enthusiastic gentleman greeted me as I apologized for my tardiness and poor choice in dress. He sat me down in a seat reserved for me and in one fluid movement cut a cigar, lit it and placed it in my hand. He called a server to deliver a glass of a 15-year old Macallan single malt to my other hand and just like that my anxious energy was subdued to a peaceful hue.

Second course, a beautiful steak prepared by celebrity chef Olivier Cheng and another fine cigar specially prepared for the evening by La Flor Dominicana co-founder and cigar master Litto Gomez. The cigar was a limited edition blend made specifically for the evening designed to match our dinner. The group praised Olivier and Litto for their perfect marriage of meat and smoke. I enjoyed my nearly instant buzz and the rich tastes produced by mixing deep puff of burnt tobacco and a perfectly prepared porterhouse.

A few moments passed. I was well into dessert, a 25-year old Macallan, and a conversation on the effectiveness of Groupon-like programs in suburban areas. I was introduced to the Sherman Clan and other important guests at our table. Many were cigar aficionados, titans taking an old industry in new directions. Others were top retailers and media leaders in the cigar industry.
At the end of the evening, we left our cavernous setting and moved to the Nat Sherman store’s selling level where a 30-year old Macallan awaited. I was informed that the bottle we were drinking from retailed for $1000 and that the final cigar could fetch over a hundred by true collectors. I was impressed by the lavishness of it all and yet it’s simplicity. A group of men (and some women) coming together to appreciate the finer things, a concept that’s lost to a generation of bottle service and instant satisfaction.
After a final goodbye to the Sherman’s, I made my way out into the night, the 30-year old still warming my sternum and a strong desire to light up my gifted cigars in my mind.

Michele Sherman, William Sherman, Joel Sherman

William Sherman, Paul Chapman

Joel Sherman
Litto Gomez with Signed Nat Sherman Case