Cuba Day 3: Mojitos and Sandwiches

Breakfast in Cuba was confusing me. As I mentioned in my last post, the variety is there, nobody should have any reason to complain. What I found confusing was the steaming tray of sloppy Black Beans that sat beside the pancake tray. Now,I admit, I am new to the Bacon and Pancake thing, sweet and savory, but you have to draw the line somewhere. Come on, who wants mash potato, black bean and a slice of toast? Maybe people do? Maybe I am the odd one!!

Anyway, after breakfast, we decided to head back to the Partagas shop. I was going to have a better look and ask about the cigars I was searching for.

As soon as we went outside the Hotel, Nelson and his Posse were there to greet/annoy us. He was offering another tour, cigars, whatever we wanted. It was early in the morning, I politely turned him down.

When we reached the Partagas shop I was amazed with the amount of staff they had outside(sic) Everyone seemed to work in the store and they could all get me the same cigars at half the price. Once again I turned them down, one by one, each one less politely than the other.

Inside, there was one woman behind the counter. I was looking for a few different Gran Reserva and Edition Limitada Cigars that are VERY expensive here in Dublin. I was told that these Cigars were very rare in Cuba and a lot of the expensive product is exported to Europe. No cheep deals for me.

During our conversation the shop started to get busy. The lady went to deal with her customers while I continued to browse around, a little bit dismayed. As I have said before, the shop consisted of Monte's, Cohibas and RyJ. I am not knocking these brands. I smoke all of them and if I had the cash I would have bought a box of everything on display but I wasn't looking for an everyday smoke.

Once the lady got a spare moment I asked her if she had any 8-9-8 in stock. Her eyes lit up, it seemed not everyone asked for them. I inspected the box and the cigars inside. They smelt great. I bought them straight away. As I received my receipt, the lady gave me a single unmarked cigar. I asked what it was and was told it was the house blend. House blend from the Partagas factory? I didn't know there was such a thing but I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. I thanked her and left.

We dropped the cigars back to the hotel and then made our way towards "Calle Obispo". This is the name of the busiest shopping street in Havana (apparently). The street in lined with restaurants, markets and nic-nac stalls.

The Mrs loves markets so we spent our time making our way down the street, purchasing bits and pieces along the way. We eventually made it to our main destination. La Bodeguita del Medio.

This is a bar, like Floridita, made famous as the place where Hemingway enjoyed his Mojito's. Unlike Floridita, this bar was not large, spacious and air-conditioned. I was a small bar, jammed with tourists separated from the street by wooden banisters. There was a band in the corner as we have come to expect from most Cuban bars but there was none of the niceties and classy touch you would find in Floridita. 4CUC for a Mojito and there was no waiting around. The service was fast and simple.

It may sound like Floridita was a nicer bar and in every way it is. It is a salubrious, comfortable and very classy. It is also boring. In Bodeguita there was no air-conditioning, the walls,counter and roof were covered in scrawling's from tourist, the bartender didn't have time to chat to you (he was too busy). We were lucky enough to get two stools at the bar right beside the entrance. We sat in the sweltering heat, refreshed by our Mojitos, listening to music and watching the throngs of tourists come and go. I loved it.

Hemingways said :
"My mojito in the Bodeguita del Medio and my daiquiri in the Floridita"

I could forget the daiquiri if I could sit in Bodeguita every day.

Reluctantly we walked back to the hotel, on the way dropping into a Cigar store where I purchased A box of Hoyo de Monterrey Epicure Especial and a couple of Montecristo 'A's.

At the hotel we freshened up and went back out to take a bus tour of Havana. The tour only cost 5CUC and leaves every 30mins. It lasted over two hours and took us all over New Havana, Mirimar and other places I cant remember. The commentary lacked in information but it was still enjoyable and made us regret the Horse & Carriage tour we had taken the day before.

After the tour we took another walk down the Calle Obispo and ended up in Plaza Vieja, a lovely square surrounded by bars. We took a seat outside Factoria Plaza Vieja.

Here I ordered two liters of beer, on tap, for the sum of 12CUC. The waiter looked at me strangely when I ordered one just for me, he obviously didn't know I was Irish. We also ordered some snacks. I had the Lobster (again) and the Mrs ordered a Cuban Sandwich. When the food arrived I almost laughed at her for ordering what I though was just a big Ham & Cheese sambo. How wrong I was.

The Mrs asked me to try some and I bit into the sandwich without any expectation or feeling what so ever. If was been wearing socks they would have been knocked right off. It was a TASTE SENSATION. It baffled me how they turned a simple sandwich into something so moreish. I called the waiter and ordered a second for myself. Since we have returned home, that sandwich has been one of the things we miss the most.

After spending a few hours drinking, eating and people watching it was back to the hotel for us. We both repacked our suitcases in preparation for the journey to Varadero, after which, we went to the lobby bar. We had a couple of cocktails and I enjoyed a Punch Corona.

Once I finished my cigar we went to the rooftop pool bar. There was a lightening storm in progress. We sat on the pool loungers watching the storm for a while before heading back to the room to get some sleep in preparation of our journey the next day.

Sitting there, watching the lightening, listening to the thunder,I knew right then that I was going to miss Havana!

Box in a Box

8-9-8 Varnished

Partagas 8-9-8

Partagas House Blend

La Bodeguita

Entrance

Hemingways Creed

Mojito's

Ready to go

I left my mark

HdM Epicure Especial

Another Box

Monte 'A' - Its massive

Plaza Vieja

The Mrs and my Beer

Lobster

Taste Sensation

Punch and a Mojito

Cuba Day 2 : Spot the Tourists

After the exhausting day of travel from day one I was up surprisingly early on day two. After a quick shower we made our way down for breakfast.

My worries about the standard of Cuban food had been eased the night before however I was unsure what was going to greet us for breakfast. I need not have worried. The buffet breakfast had everything from pancakes and bacon to mashed potato and veg. There was fresh fruit, pastries, cold meat, breads and even an omelet station. Something for everybody.

After breakfast we ventured out of the hotel for the first time. The heat hit us straight away and almost immediately we were also hit by the locals offering guided tours around the city as well as maps and the promise of cheep cigars.

A bit taken aback I went back into the hotel and asked the concierge what the story was with the people outside. He assured us that they all work for the government and there was nothing to fear.

With our new information in mind we hired the services of Nelson, who offered a Horse & Carrige Tour of Old Havana  for the reasonable sum of 35CUC.

The tour started of great. Nelson's colleague, Ra-something or other, was very informative and friendly, half way through the tour we stopped of for a Mojito at a local bar. There we were entertained by a local band and another local drew my caricature. We resumed our tour and once again our guide was very informative regarding the various buildings around Old Havana.

Nearing the end of the tour we took a turn up a very dilapidated street. The carrige stopped and the guide asked him to follow him. A bit unsure, we followed him into a small house. He informed us that it was his own place and his sister worked in the local cigar factory. I knew what was coming next.

He tried to push various cigars on me at a very cheep price. To be honest, they were very impressive and you would never know the difference. I declined, then declined again, and again, and again, and again....You get the point. It bordered on bullying but as soon as he realised I wasn't going to buy he ushered us back to the carriage.

The remainder of the tour ended very quickly and in silence. Once we were outside the Hotel, Nelson informed us the tour was 70CUC it was 35CUC EACH. I was in no humour to argue and at that point just wanted to get away from them so I gave him the money. Overall the tour was enjoyable but we were left with a bitter taste in our mouth.

After the tour we headed to the Partagas Factory. It was only around the corner from the hotel so we walked. I was already aware that the factory was closed for renovations and only the shop was open so I knew there would be no chance for a tour.

The shop itself was a little disappointing. On display were as many Montecristo, Cohiba or Romeo y Julieta cigars as you could wish for. A surprisingly very small Partagas selection and not much else. I didn't see anything that I wanted and left the shop a little downhearted.

On the way back to the Hotel, taking in our surroundings, we were approached by another local. He spoke Spanish  we looked at him blankly, he realised and spoke in English. We spoke briefly and he gave us some history and information. I thanked him and tried to give him 5CUC. He refused the money, told us his son was friends with Irish people and asked us if we wanted a drink. We accepted.

He brought us to a bar called "5 Villa". A quaint little place with a friendly bartender. We ordered three cocktails, sat in the heat and enjoyed the company. A second round was ordered and enjoyed. I then asked for the bill and was shocked when it came to 87CUC. Really, 87CUC for six drinks.

The bar man showed me the price list. Each cocktail cost 8CUC. Even at that "tourist" price the bill should have come to 48CUC. He told me there was service charge and them rambled on about some other charge. At this stage I was done with the "friendly" locals. I gave the bartender 40CUC and told him that was all he was getting. He threatened to ring the police, I told him I would ring the number for him. After a lot more arguing, I just walked out of the bar, leaving the bartender with a shocked and confused look on his face. Most tourist probably just pay the bill but I was not going to be scammed twice in one day.

After that, we vowed not to speak to anymore people in the street if we could help it. Believe me, it is harder than it sounds. After a few very harsh NO's later we strolled into Floridita. This bar has been made famous as the place were Ernest Hemingway drank his Daiquiris.

The place was packed. We eventually got a seat at the bar and ordered two of Hemingway's favourite. He was not wrong. On a extremely hot day, a refreshing daiquiri, good music and an air conditioned bar was welcomed with open arms.

Refreshed and ready to tackle the locals again we headed towards the Hotel National. This hotel is situated along the Malecon, a 17 kilometer stretch along the Cuban coast. It took is around one hour to reach the hotel. The reason for this trek, in 38c temperatures, was the Casa del Habanos situated on the lower floor in the hotel.

I picked up a box of Ramon Alones Specially Selected with a few years age on them along with a few single sticks. We went up to the terrace where I enjoyed a Ramon Allones "Alones Extra" Edition Limitada 2011 along with a couple of Cuba Libra's.

Exhausted, we got a cool little taxi back to our hotel. The Mrs went up to the room while I browsed the Hotels Cigar shop. In here I found a box of Montecristo Grand Edmundo Edition Limitada 2010 and snapped them up.

Back in the room the Mrs got a couple of hours sleep as I watched TV. When she awoke, we got ourselves ready and went for dinner. Rob Fox from James Fox, Dublin fame had recommended La Moraleja as a great spot for dinner. We jumped in a taxi and made our way there.

Our meal was fantastic. Since I was on my new Lobster buzz I ordered the seafood cocktail to start followed by a full grilled lobster with Parmesan sauce. The Mrs had a mixed salad followed by Pork w/pepper & onion. For dessert the Mrs had ice cream while I decided to have a cigar with a 12yr old Glenfiddich. The cigar was a house blend and was very enjoyable.

Half way through my cigar I noticed the restaurant was closing. The Mrs and I were now the last people there apart from the staff. Rob Fox had told me to ask for the owner. I was told she was a friendly woman and an avid Cigar smoker, however when I inquired I was told that she was unavailable.

As we were getting ready to leave, I wrote her a note and left it with the manger. The manager disappeared for five minutes and when he returned we were standing up to leave. He told us to sit down, filled up my whiskey with a more than generous measure, insisted that I would take another cigar, and a second for later. I should write more thank you notes.

Once we finished, well past the closing time, the doorman/host/random guy outside the restaurant ordered us a taxi. Five to ten minutes later, a guy pulls up in a Lada with his Mrs in the passenger seat. We were told that this was our taxi. At this stage nothing surprised me.

We hopped in and were traveling back towards the hotel when the Lada took an unscheduled turn of the Malecon. The driver jumped out of the car and walked over to a man standing on a street corner. The aforementioned man was a Hulk. His arms were as big as my legs. The two men spoke to each other, all the while pointing towards the car. This was it, we were going to be kidnapped. The scenarios rolled through my mind, how was I going to get us to safety, was he all brawn and no brain, maybe the skinny one was dangerous, should I be worried about the woman in the passenger seat.

While all this was running through my head the two men had crossed the road and were rooting through the trunk of a second car. What were they going to pull out? A gun, a knife, baseball bats? Then I saw it, it was rubber tubing. I could handle that. Something glittered, an empty plastic bottle. Now I was confused!

Not for long though as I saw the Hulk siphoning diesel. The Lada had run out of fuel. Five minutes later and after aging ten years we were back at the hotel. I gave the guy 10CUC and he almost kissed me, for another 10CUC I could have had his Mrs.

Once inside the hotel I needed a drink. I ordered a Mojito and a Siglo V. As I sat there and smoked my cigar I though of all that happened in one day. If nothing else this trip was going to be an experience!!

Partagas Factory

Shop Entrance

Cigar Selection

Floridita

Floridita street view

Daiquiris

Ernest Hemingway

Hotel National

La Casa del Habanos

Ramon Alones Alones Extra

RASS

Monte Grand Edmundo

La Maraleja

Chef's Grill

Lobster

The Grill

House Blend

Cohiba Siglo V

Cuba - Day 1: Airports,Havana and Cigars

 Right Folks, I'm Back!!! I have put this post off long enough. I have so much information about my trip to Cuba I didn't know where to start. What I have decided to do is break it down into several post which will be intertwined with the usual drivel of work, football and the occasional cigar. I hope you will enjoy it. So here we go.

We will start off with Day 1: The journey to Cuba!!

The Mrs and I arrived in Dublin Airport on a wet Friday morning. She was well rested and ready to go. Myself, on the other hand, due to excitement, nerves or the fact my body clock has not been right for the last thirteen years, hadn't got a wink of sleep.

Skipping through all the mundane checks that are associated with Airports these days, we were sitting on the plane as it was taxied towards the runway. A short two hour flight and we would be in Paris for our change over. We were on the way and I was feeling good, that was until the plane stopped, was turned around and the Pilot informed us that we couldn't take off due to an indicator problem. As I sat on the plane for another half hour while they fixed the problem I wondered what the big deal was. How many planes do they expect to overtake?

Eventually we arrived in Charles deGaulle. The weather was glorious. The Mrs and I had spent Christmas in Paris with the Brynes and we loved it. We both remarked that we would have to revisit some time during summer when the weather was this good.

More mundane Airport stuff and we arrived at our gate to find out that the connecting flight was delayed. Probably due to the lack of a left falange!! We didn't have to wait too long though and before we knew it we were marched onto the plane.

I am off the opinion that Airlines tease people intentionally. They board the premium passengers first, than they force all the commoners to walk onto the plane, past these VIP's while they lounge in their first class cabins, with loads of leg room and without a 30stone, sweaty passenger pouring onto their seats.

I am not going to say much more about our flight or I might get upset. The plane was lovely, I got to watch three movies on the flight and we were sufficiently fed and watered. What killed me was over nine hours on a plane with not enough leg room, factor that in with the fact I had not slept in over 30hrs at that stage. I wasn't a happy bunny.

When we eventually arrived in Havana it was raining. As we walked through the airport there were people mopping up puddles as water leaked from the roof. At this point I didn't care about anything. I was finally off the plane and I was in CUBA!!

We met our representative, I changed some money and before we knew it we were on a bus to Havana. As I looked out the window it was hard to miss the poverty and squalor that people had to live with. Saying that, everything seemed to have its own little charm and all the people had a smile on their face. It seemed to be a theme with the locals and during the trip one man remarked to me "I may be poor, but at least I am poor in Cuba"

There was nothing poor about the Hotel when we arrived. We checked into the Hotel Parque Central. It was fantastic, modern and clean. What more could you want? A roof top pool you say? A cigar store? Three restaurants? A gym? A spa? It had all these and more.

A quick shower and change of clothes and we were at the lobby bar sipping on Cuba Libras. The cigar shop was closed however the bar had its own humidor and it didn't take me long to order a couple of sticks.

There was an English guy sitting at the bar who recommended I not purchase cigars in the hotel. "They rip you off" he said, "you can get the same cigar for half the price in a shop across the road" I thanked him for the information and was about to go in search of this shop when the bartender handed me the cigar menu. I looked at the aforementioned English guy with slight confusion. Cigars were available CHEAPER than this??

I decided a walk across the street was too much of an effort so I requested a Partagas 8-9-8 and a H.Upman Magnum 50 all for the "overpriced" sum off 15.40CUC. That's around €12, a saving of around €30 in my book when compared to Dublin prices.

I smoked the Magnum 50 while sipping on the best Mojito I have ever tasted. The cigar was fantastic but I didn't take notes. I was sitting in a Hotel in Havana, Cuba, smoking a Cuban Cigar and drinking Cuban rum. Who would want to take notes??

The Mrs was getting hungry at this stage so we headed up to the roof top restaurant. A fantastic setting, sitting at our table, swimming pool one side of us, looking out over Old Havana the other. We ordered Bravas and Lobster/Shrimp cocktail to start. The sauce on the Bravas were nice and spicy and the Seafood cocktail was to die for. It was the first time I had tried lobster and I had a feeling that I would be tasting a lot more.

The Mrs ordered Pizza as a main, it had a nice crispy thin base with plenty of toppings. I ordered a steak. I went through three options on the menu which they had run out off. After listing off most of the steak cuts I knew, the waiter told me none were available. I just asked him to bring me what he DID have. I'm not sure what cut I got in the end but I can tell you it was cooked to perfection and I enjoyed it very much.

The Mrs faded half way through our mains and headed back to the room. I finished up on my own and decided to skip dessert and to light up the 8-9-8 instead. It was bliss. The cigar, the setting, the alcohol. I sat there on my own, puffing away, looking out over Havana and sipping on my mojito. I had been awake for over 40 hours at this stage. I didn't finish the cigar. I put it down at the height of my enjoyment and went to bed.

A great way to start the Holiday!!

Havana Airport

Hotel Lobby

H. Upman Magnum 50 & Partagas 8-9-8

Mojito

View from Roof Top

Roof Top Pool

Countdown to Cuba

The previous few weeks have been a countdown to Cuba for me, and the time has flown past. As I sit here and type, it is less than two days before I get on that plane.

Since I last left off I have started an additional Blog that I solely created for Cigar reviews. I wont be writing for Cigar Aficionado anytime soon but I would like to think that I give a brief, concise review without all the garble you will find on this blog. You can find the new blog here!!

The first entry (I copy/paste the Monte review from this blog) was the AVO Classic Robusto. This cigar was part of a sampler pack I won through Buttheads "Fan of The Week". I had mixed feelings with this Cigar. Nice at times, too harsh at others. Overall I would certainly smoke another if it had a bit of age on it.

The next cigar under review was the Montecristo No. 4. I was gifted this cigar by Marko D in work. I say gifted, in actual fact his Girlfriend was guilted into supplying the cigar. She had stupidly told me that her dad used to smoke cigars but had to give them up. The result of this was he now had a humidor full of cigars that would never be touched.

After numerous slaggings and under the threat of being barred from my place of work, she finally came forth with the cigar.

It was the first Monte 4 I have smoked. I have read that its the best selling Cuban cigar by a country mile. I could see why. It has everything you would expect from a cigar but on a very mild format. I thought it was a nice cigar and a great change of pace from the cigars I would normally smoke.

Friday was upon me at this stage and it was the last night of work for three weeks. Hollywood was back after his weekend off and we made up for lost time. In short, making fools of ourselves. Our job is to keep the customers safe and if we can do that and entertain them at the same time, all is good.

Saturday came and it was off the Byrnes housewarming in Ashbourne (Notice I am omitting all football references - for my own sanity) I picked up four cigars in the Decent Cigar Emporium before heading out. I got 2 x Padron 6000 and 2 x Montecristo Petite Edmundo.

The housewarming was great. I was tired and sore (Football/Hungover) when I arrived but a few drinks later all was right with the world again.  One thing I will say about Mr.B. When your friends with him there will be no shortage of work. I found that out again when it was time to fire up the BBQ. He asked me to give him a hand and low and behold I somehow ended up cooking food for the masses as Dave sat and laughed at me, sometimes offering a little bit of encouragement.

I had the Padron 6000 while I was slaving away over the BBQ and I must say it was fantastic. I don't remember a lot about it apart from when I was smoking it I loved it. I will have to get another for review. A lot of my Stateside BOTL swear by Padron and they are not wrong. The 6000 I am told is an average Cigar in the Padron line. I cant wait to try the better ones

Whatever about not remember the Padron, there was no hope for the Monte Petite Edmundo I had a few hours later. I recall smoking it, I recall enjoying it, I recall wanting more. That is the great thing about the Petite Edmundo ( a personal favourite of mine) I know they are going to be great. You can smoke them at any time and not have to fuss over it. It looks great, burn is fantastic and the taste is splendid.

The Mrs and I stayed in the Brynes that night and I awoke the next morning with a very groggy head. I remember Mr.B saying he would cook breakfast and true to his style there was a breakfast roll waiting for me when I went down stairs. At least he drove to the shop I suppose!!

Not long after, the Mrs and I got the bus back into town. We reached the apt and didn't move for the rest of the day. We watched the closing ceremony of the Olympics and that was about it

So on to a new week and the countdown really begins. In typical male fashion I am getting the bits and pieces I need for the holiday together last minute. I went clothes shopping yesterday, not my idea of fun, and managed to get a few bits. I still need more items but I will get them tomorrow. Last minute indeed!!

I have not had a Cigar this week but I may put that to rights this evening. The Mrs is finished work in a few hours and the the holidays officially begins.

My next post will be when I return for Cuba. If you don't hear from me look out for me on the news. Hollywood is convinced I will start some sort of coup d'état or revolution when I am over there.

Lets hope he is right!!!

AVO Classic Robusto

Montecristo No. 4

Padron 6000

Montecristo Petite Edmundo

The Good, The Bad and the Ugly....Black Eye

It has been over two weeks since my last update and too be honest. Not much has happened. Sorry!!

As you may or may not know, I am in the process of trying to get fit. I have joined a football (Soccer) team
as a motivational tool and too be honest, Its killing me!!

Anyone following me on Twitter or Facebook (If not, why not?) will know that after one of my training sessions last week I returned home with the first black eye of my adult life. After 13 years of working as a doorman in Dublin City Center, it took an elbow to the cheek on a football pitch to inflict the damage.

That night, feeling bad ass, I decided to watch the first movie of the "Dollars Trilogy".  I always maintained, and still do, that nobody on this earth looks as cool as Clint Eastwood when chewing on a Cigar.

The following night and while watching the second movie of the trilogy I decided I would smoke a CAO Brazilia Gol!

The previous, and first ever, CAO that I smoked was the Italia Ciao! It was just an OK Cigar and I am wary of Cigars that blend tobacco from various countries. In my opinion, the best cigar will be a 100% Puro. When the wrapper, binder and filler are all coming from the same country you can rarely go wrong.

The Brazilia Gol! surprised me. Nicaraguan binder and filler with a dark Brazilian maduro type wrapper. I must say I enjoyed it and smoked it down as far as I could.

The following day brought me back to football. A bit of advice. Running around for two hours is a lot harder when you spend over an hour sucking in smoke the night before. I returned home that evening to the great news that I had won Buttheads "Fan of the Week". One life ambition achieved!!

Off course, the Dollars Trilogy was finished off that night with almost three hours of The Good, The Bad and the Ugly. It kind of sums up the path of my football career.

Next up for cigars that week was the Grafton Reserve Flying Pig. This Cigar is custom made, in Cuba, for the Decent Cigar Emporium in Dublin. The Flying Pig is just the nickname given to the Cigar due to its shape.

The GR Flying Pig is a great cigar, however I didn't enjoy it as much as I hoped. I have mentioned in previous posts my views on enjoying cigars. The mood you are in, surroundings, drink pairing etc.. The night I smoked this cigar I was tired, sore and hungry. Not the ideal time to smoke a cigar so I will give the GR Flying Pig another chance.

By that stage of the week it was back to work for me. I missed the opening ceremony for the Olympics and was gutted as I heard it was great. Saturday and Sunday I crammed in as much Olympic action as I could before heading to work.

It was a typical July weekend in Dublin weather wise and as I stood under my umbrella, mini streams rushing past my shoes, I was counting down the days to Cuba.

After football (again) on Monday, I awoke Tuesday to find that my Cigars from Buttheads had arrived. A 5-pack AVO Robusto Sampler. I was delighted.

That evening I realised that I had been neglecting Twitter. I logged on to see that @Cigar_G was aiming for 1000 followers. Once he reached this landmark he was going to give away a BOX of cigars. I thought it was my duty to help a brother along. Many hours and clogged timelines later he was there.

The next day brought with it the 1st fixture for my new team. SWSC FC  I went to the game, I played the match, I came home. That is all the details I am willing to divulge. Suffice to say we have a long way to go!!

I had a Partagas Series P No.2 the following night to cheer myself up. This is quickly becoming my go-to Cigar. Nothing to say about it other than it was fantastic as always.

The rest of the week involved more Hard work, Gym work and Door work. Nothing exciting to report.

Sunday I watch Donegal beat Kerry in the GAA Quarter Finals. They face a tough match against Cork in the Semis. If they win they will more than likely face Dublin in the Final. A repeat of the 1992 final, 20 years ago, when Donegal last won the All-Ireland and brought the Sam Maguire Trophy home!!

Here is hoping!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Eye

Clint and his Cigar

CAO Brazilia Gol!

AVO Sampler Pack from Buttheads

Grafton Reserve Flying Pig

Partagas P2

Donegal 1992 Team - All Ireland Champions