1689 Cigar Blog

The wrapper is not decoration. It changes the pace, texture, aroma, and perceived weight of a cigar, and the 1689 Confession Line makes that difference easy to taste. London, Westminster, and Savoy share a common Reformed confessional heritage, but they are not interchangeable. Each line brings its own blend identity,...

A dark cigar can look like a high-plains outlaw. That does not mean it smokes like one. One of the most persistent cigar myths is that a nearly black wrapper automatically signals a powerful, nicotine-heavy experience. In reality, wrapper color tells you far more about leaf selection and processing than...

The wrapper is the cigar’s first handshake. It meets the flame, shapes the opening aroma, and often sets the tone for the entire smoking experience. But it is not the whole story. A Connecticut wrapper may bring cream and cedar. Habano may add spice and earth. Maduro may offer cocoa,...

A cigar label is a compact blueprint. It can tell you what the cigar is made of, where its tobacco was grown, how large it is, and what kind of smoking experience the blender intended. It cannot promise exactly what you will taste: but it gives you a far better...

You do not need to age every cigar you own. There, the smoke has cleared. A cigar is not automatically improved by being forgotten in a humidor until it qualifies for a senior discount. Some cigars become smoother, more integrated, and deeply rewarding with time. Others lose their character, flatten...

A cigar’s ash is more than the thing that eventually lands in your lap. It is a small, mineral-colored report card on the tobacco, the roll, the humidity, and the way you are smoking. Read it properly and you can often spot a healthy burn, a dry cigar, a sluggish...

A cigar does not reveal itself to the hurried smoker. Smoke too quickly and the experience collapses into heat, bitterness, and a faint suspicion that you have offended the tobacco personally. Slow down, however, and the cigar begins to unfold: cedar, pepper, cocoa, earth, sweetness, cream, and all the other...

A cigar lounge is not merely a room with comfortable chairs and excellent ventilation. It is a shared table, a temporary brotherhood, and, if everyone behaves, a rare refuge from the clamor of the outside world. The rules are mostly unwritten because they should not need to be shouted across...

Cigar wisdom is rarely learned from a label. It comes from burned fingers, rushed draws, stubborn plugs, crooked cuts, and a few evenings when a fellow smoker quietly says, “Slow down, brother.” The old-school approach is simple: respect the tobacco, respect the room, and stop trying to turn a pleasurable...

A new badge is live in the Dojoverse, and it belongs to 1689 Cigars. We are pleased to announce that 1689 Cigar Co. now has an official partner company page on Cigar Dojo’s Dojoverse platform, and our brand badge is available for community members to earn. For a boutique cigar...

If you follow Christian media or cultural commentary, you likely heard about the firestorm sparked recently by actor and producer Kirk Cameron. On an episode of The Kirk Cameron Show, the conversation turned toward modern men’s Bible studies: specifically, the rise of groups gathering in leather chairs with beards, whiskey,...

Modern culture has a nasty habit of trying to sanitize history. We want our heroes to fit into our sterilized, safety-first, plastic-wrapped world. But J.R.R. Tolkien: the man who essentially built the foundation of modern mythology: would have had absolutely no time for it. He didn't want a sterilized world;...

Picture this: A grand banquet hall, the air thick with the scent of roasted meats and the low hum of ancient hymns. At the head of the table sits the Lamb of God, finally united with His Bride. The glasses are raised, and the liquid inside catches the golden light...

Picture this: a damp, desperate settlement on the edge of a vast, untamed continent. The year is 1612. The men of Jamestown are starving, their pockets as empty as their bellies, and the "Gold of the Indies" they were promised has turned out to be nothing more than Virginia mud....

Picture this: The sun is dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of bruised purple and burnt gold. You’re settled into a worn leather chair on the back porch, the crickets beginning their evening liturgy. In your hand is a 1689 London Maduro, its dark, toothy wrapper shimmering...

Picture this: The sun has dipped below the horizon, leaving only the soft glow of a desk lamp to illuminate the well-worn pages of an old systematic theology. The air is cool, the house is quiet, and the only sound is the rhythmic crackle of a cedar spill meeting the...

Picture this: The sun is dipping below the horizon, casting long, amber shadows across the porch. You’re settled into a sturdy leather chair, the weight of the week’s labors finally lifting. Between your fingers rests a handcrafted cigar, a small, rolled tapestry of earth and air. As the first curl...

History isn't made by men who play it safe. It’s made by men who can sit in the middle of a literal hurricane of lead and smoke, keep their pulse at a steady resting rate, and focus on the task at hand. For Ulysses S. Grant, that focus was often...

For a few generations, the American church: particularly the more fundamentalist wings: tried its hardest to turn tobacco into a moral litmus test. If you smoked, you were out. If you didn't, you were at least halfway to sanctification. It was a shallow, legalistic era that prioritized outward conformity over...

Modern culture has a nasty habit of trying to sanitize history. We want our heroes to fit into our sterilized, safety-first, plastic-wrapped world. But J.R.R. Tolkien: the man who essentially built the foundation of modern mythology: would have had absolutely no time for it. He didn't want a sterilized world;...