For such a beautiful shop you'd expect the person working in it to reflect this in his/her personality. Sadly, this was not the case. More of a 'be-glad-you're-allowed-in' look was cast upon us. Arrogance is not the word, but utter coldness and unfriendliness are better descriptives. Maybe I am a young specimen to be smoking Cubans, so I could've made it seem like I was not planning on buying anything. Shouldn't matter. I could not even enjoy the humidor and all its' extravagant items, for after a short two minutes gazing through the glass I was asked if I had made my choice. Other shopkeepers usually let me look around and walk inside the humidor and engage in a conversation that help me decide what I want. When I asked if this LCDH might still have some Partagas Salomones I was almost laughed at as they 'are out of stock for a looong while now'. Sucks for you ma'am, I still have some at home. Anyway, I bought some sticks because leaving with empty hands would feel like a total defeat. But I shouldn't have. read more