For cigar aficionados, the golf course is a patch of sacred green. It remains — in spite of the irony of tobacco smoke billowing into the fresh air — one of the few places where it’s not anathema to ...

Cigars, I find, bring out the youngster in me. Not that I smoked when I was in short trousers alas, I wasn’t that precocious. If memory serves, my junior boarding house had a tuck room, but I’m pretty ...