Presumably this ban is down to the environmental disaster caused by crisp bags back in Ireland. I don't live there anymore, but I believe crisp bags have been banned, and you have to bring your own bags with you when out shopping for crisps.
Whatever the reasons, the 6-pack of Tayto we brought over to Oman, fell foul of food immigration laws and never made it to Wayne's belly.
Shame but they're only crisps. A taste of home but still only crisps. Dangerous as they might appear, they are only crisps.
I didn't bother picking up cigars in Male or Muscat on the way back because I'm going to stock up in Luxembourg next month, when we're over for John's 40th. Male have a small selection and Muscat have a nice walk in humidor but I really couldn't be bothered trying to work out how to convert Rials or Rufiyaa into Sterling.
So I gave up on the humidor in Muscat and went in search of Wayne. We met up and had an hour or so over a coffee. After over 20 years, it was lovely to meet up. Hopefully it won't be another 20 years before we meet up again.
Over the course of the week away, I enjoyed some Roman Allones Gigantes, Sancho Panza's, some lovely Cohiba, Monte Cristo' and Partagas. The Jimmy Saville Partagas was my favourite.
One cigar made it home intact. A Cohiba Siglo VI tubed that the wife got me months back, survived the week so I'm now keeping it for new years eve. Why not.
|Sir Jimmy Saville Tribute Cigar|