I can't believe I'm saying this - not being a cigar aficionado - but never-the-less, our tour of Mombacho Cigars was a trip highlight in Nicaragua last January. My husband always picks up a box of cigars for his boss in Central America. In Panama, we were only able to complete our transaction at tiny Don Juan cigars near our remote beach stay in Corona, thanks to some English speaking customers. Luckily, our tour guide at Mombacho cigars in the bustling city of Granada, spoke fluent English.
First, we sipped some Flor de Cana # 7 and waited in the smokey sweet lounge.
Mombacho Cigars is located in a beautiful city mansion designed by the popular 20th century Italian architect, Mario Favilli. The photos that follow document the whole painstaking process from start to finish. Every cigar is hand rolled and made from tobacco grown in Nicaragua. The tour was fun and informative.
The selection process...
Happy guy! In fact, all the employees seemed happy.
Here I am, rolling a big stogie. I guess the key is to not roll them too tight - just right - using the finest tobacco leaves of course.
"Hmmm, where do I slice and dice it? Right here perhaps?"
The perfect shape...
The box of loosey-goosey cigars are packed tight with relaxed background supervision. Ha!
The storage room is just the right temp.
This lady cleans the cigars with vinegar - cleaning up all those dirty hand rolled fingerprints - and adheres a spiffy label.
I was sad that I didn't get to keep the box. (the boss man got it)
But wait...back to the cigars we rolled, they actually have to figure out if the cigar is rolled correctly using air pressure. Geez.
Lastly, the cigar is sealed with a perfect circle cut from a tobacco leaf.
Several floors up, we exited the factory to see the panoramic city views.
If you look in the distance, in the upper left hand corner, you'll see Volcan Concepcion on the island of Ometepe.
But more importantly, there's the company namesake front and center, Volcan Mombacho, looming over the city of Granada.
Mombacho means "mother of our land" in the local indigenous tongue.
P.S. Several months later we smoked my husband's cigar by the campfire. (mine is still in the boss man's humidor) It had a good taste, but definitely one I haven't quite acquired a palette for. Unfortunately, I didn't smoke enough to get any kind of buzz and I didn't appreciate the after taste. Yuck.
The boss, however, said that they were the absolute best!
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