Showing posts with label Dominican Republic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dominican Republic. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Get Into Hot Water. Escape to Cabarete, Dominican Republic

Source: NY Mag

The Dominican Republic's north coast is the Caribbean capital of edgy aqua sports and extreme partying.




Kite-boarding
(Photo: Courtesy Laurel Eastman)

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

The DL on The DR Going High-End



A perfect article to leave laying around your favorite cigar smoking person....


Yet another excuse for you to think about taking that cigar trip abroad…and perhaps even staying the winter : The DL on the DR Going High-End

Once known for modest beach houses and three-star all-inclusive resorts overrun by the Spanish and German bourgeoisie, real estate and resort development in the Dominican Republic has undergone a paradigm shift. If a multi-billion dollar luxury community twice the size of Manhattan, four upscale boutique hotels, and a new international airport aren’t enough to convince you that the country is entering a residence renaissance, well, you’re probably one of those skeptics who actually believes Elvis is dead. > read more

Dominican Dominance - The Cigar Report


Trader Monthly is one of my favorite rags, for obvious reasons, particularly with bonus season upon us but more on that later.

Freud once said, "Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar,"…..but he never had a Dominican smoke!!!

Aside from all things Latin, I love traders. These guys (and girls too), know how to spot a trend. And in the most recent Trader Monthly -- a fab rag that is a must read for all Wall Streeters -- The Cigar Report spots one that should not surprise anyone. Dominican stogies dominate as the best smoke out there. So grab a trader....

The DR captures the cigar world’s crown : Dominican Dominance

The Dominican Republic on the rise, stogie-wise

There’s no other scent like it in the world: that unmistakable chocolate-and-earth mélange wafting through the air from the nondescript cinderblock building across the road, the one that comes from tobacco being aged, treated, cut and hand-rolled by rows of busy workers. The scent is enough to make a cigar smoker start salivating like a puppy at the door of a butcher shop > read more