Twenty Years of Club Macanudo

(Cigar Aficionado) The scene: a luxurious cigar bar in New York City. The year: 1996. A young editor with a head full of black hair is smoking a 50 ring gauge cigar.
Flash forward 20 years. The editor is standing in the same spot. His black hair is now salt-and-pepper. The cigar in his hand, a 60 ring gauge behemoth with a flat head and an ultra-black wrapper, is familiar to modern-day cigar lovers but would have looked entirely alien back in 1996. The cigar bar? Precisely the same as it was two decades ago. Continued