“…ashes, we all fall down!”
No, I may not be dying of the black death. Instead, I’m dying of one too many high priced drinks at Ashes. If I wanted New York, I’d go there–it’s only an hour away, 40 min by boat. But at Ashes, New York comes to you.
Honestly, though, I like trying to be trendy from time to time. Put on your skin tight, purple shirt, drop a few bucks, and in a New York minute, you can live the Manhattan dream.
So now you want to know about the deals, not my struggling dress code. Deals, they say, are in the works. With ownership changes come some deals, and I’m on the lookout–even if it means showing off my ripped pecs in the mean time.
Tags: cigars