Vegas, baby, Vegas

What happened in Vegas, two and a half weeks ago, stays in Vegas – at least until the next Private Air comes out in a few weeks, Bobby Flay squinting on the cover. Suffice to say, though, I’ve found the Death of Civilization, and it’s called The Strip.

Although, in my role as Hedonist-in-Chief (and primary copy-writer) of The Cigar Report, I had the strange pleasure of stepping into a high-end store in the Venetian and immediately being handed a box of hand-rolled premium smokes gratis. Perfect, the new tradition around the office being that all of us -- photog, assistants, writer, etc. -- light up stogies at the conclusion of a celeb shoot.