One of the Best Cigar Makers on the Planet

Don Jose "Pepin" Garcia

You may or may not of heard of this guy. In fact, if you have heard of him and smoked his cigars. Then you can probably attest to this article. This is not an exhaustive history of Pepin and his brand, but I was hoping to simply educate the noneducated about Pepin and his cigars.

In a very short period of time, Pepin has solidified himself as one of the best cigar makers in this industry. Pepin's story is alot like many other cigar makers in this industry, he emigrated from Cuba with his family, seeking a better life, and began plying his craft making cigars destined for the American market. However, Pepin was not a cigar maker in Cuba, rather he was one of the best rollers to ever come out of the country.

Shortly after coming to the states, Pepin opened his factory El Rey de los Habanos and began cranking top quality cigars bearing his own brand as well as making brands for other guys. One of the hottest brands that helped put Pepin on the map was Tatuaje, owned by Pete Johnson. Today, cigar companies are seeking out Pepin to blend a roll cigars for him, as he is about the best in the business right now. Pepin works predominately with Nicaraguan tobaccos and is known for his fuller flavored tastes. Some of the brands he makes are: Don Pepin Garcia brands including Vegas Cubanas, La Reloba and Jaime Garcia, Tatuaje, La Aroma de Cuba and Murcielago.

When you pick up a DPG made cigar you will find that it will have these qualities; rich flavors, great quality tobaccos, and an impeccable construction and draw. Next time you come to the store, ask one of us to point you to these great brands and see for yourself.

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The Land of unEnchantment

The Cuban cigar. There are fewer wore out topics that we hear about than the Cubans. Here is Mark's take on the much-discussed topic.

Written by Mark Moore

The Land of unEnchantment

I have a buddy who grew up in San Diego. Up until about a year ago, he would come up to En Fuego & tell us enchanted stories of this magical place found only in the the most remote of places; the southwestern corner of the United States of America. We would all gather around the fire to hear his stories. We were all like parents peering through the pane of glass at their recently delivered new born child, eyes wide, mouths gaped open and hanging on his every word. 

The only way to get to this magical place from the west was by vessel. But the ocean, with her sea monsters, cavernous waves and gold thirsty pirates brought about treachery. Her depths served only as a burial ground to most who traversed her. Easterners found it no less daunting. There were scorching desserts where the sun poured its wrath down on its guests like molten lava over helpless greenbelts. Then there were mountains that almost touched the heavens that had to be crossed. Dark, dense forests that swallowed up its victims like the the abyss of a moonless night.

It was a high stakes, high reward endeavor. Very few pioneers reached this enchanted place. But the few that did were rewarded with all its splendor and glory. This sacred, dare I say, holy place made its visitors feel empowered and free. There was no place like it in the world. Everyone felt like a kid and no one left empty or disappointed. It was Heaven, the North Pole and Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory, all rolled into one. 

Owning a cigar shop or over 5 years, I hear a lot of chatter about Cuban cigars. Admittedly, I went through a pretty extensive and expensive Cuban cigar phase. I tried them all.  Cohiba, Montecristo, Upmann, SLR, Romeo y Julieta, to name a few. I smoked strong, mild and everything in between. I paid $3 for some and $60 for others. Cuban cigars were my “enchanted place”. A lot of my buddies were jealous of my affairs with Lady Cuba. I could talk the talk with the best of them. I noticed a change slowly taking effect. I started to feel like I was defending Cubans rather than praising them. I felt like I would disappoint my buddies if I didn’t keep up the mystique. The more I smoked, the more I defended and the more I started coming to the self realization that Cuban cigars were just flat out over-rated. 

That’s right, crucify me. I said it. Cubans are over rated. I could go into detail about how all Cuba’s good rollers are defecting to the states. Or how Nicaraguan tobacco is so much tastier. Or how cigars rolled in the Dominican are so much better constructed, but I won’t. You wouldn't believe me. Your eyes will start glazing over and your mind will set adrift to your fantasy football lineup for this weekend. Why? Because you still want to believe in the “enchanted place”. I don’t blame you. We all desperately want the mystique to live up to the hype. It somehow gives us hope, as futile as it may be. 

As for the North-Heaven-Chocolate Factory my San Diego buddy always kept us in awe about....I finally experienced it. In-N-Out Burger finally came to Texas and I thought it sucked. I didn’t feel young and magical. I felt fat and gassy. The caloric intake alone made me feel like I did after the Halloween of ’84, when I ate my entire Hefty trash bag full of candy in one sitting preventing my thieving siblings getting to it. Like a 4 am Target door buster special on Black Friday, I stood in line way too long only to realize I was one of many who had been duped by the over-hype of a reality that never quite reached it’s reputation.

Take it from me. I’ve been to the communist “land of enchantment” and back. Do yourself a favor and pick up a Padron 1926 or a Fuente Anejo instead. The journey is a lot less dramatic and they promise not to leave your bowels in a state of apocalyptic carnage. 

Agree? Disagree? As always, we love to hear your opinions.