The Tobacco Barn

This place is so good to have enjoy cigar. And there is very big space. There are have few table you could study. The people Tom and Josh are both very nice.

Decided to drive out to Lake Forest to peep out their stock and lounge…45 min drive from LA not too bad and was worth the trip. We got some sticks we like at great prices and met some really nice people. I will definitely be back… now I do have a couple of suggestions… the humidor/​store needs better ventilation as well as the back room… I don’t mind smelling like smoke but dang after only 1 hour… also as a non-​member spending 70 bucks on sticks and partaking of the members only lounge, the members really need to watch the shit that comes out of their mouths when new people walk in… you have no idea who I am or what I can buy and smoke… your negative comments under your loud breath will not stop me from coming back nor will they stop me from whip’n yo ass… ok so bottom line, I like this spot and I will be back soon!

I’ve been an executive member here for 2 years and all I can say it this place is a blessing. The comradery is off the charts. The place is classy and all the people that work their are knowledgable and simply pleasing to say hello too. It’s like family.

after a year and half, I’m still their fan. Every other month or so me and my friends go to this lounge and smoke a cigar and talk. Really nice staff

Being from the most northern part of the east cost, I don’t think I can say I’ve experienced such an excellent cigar lounge. This place has an amazing selection, a very helpful staff & two, yes two rooms where you can chill and enjoy a cigar. A well equipped leather lounge room, which is quiet and low key & a more lively spirited room where you can socialize and or catch the game. This place is awesome. If your from out of town or just want to experience a great cigar lounge, hit up The Tobacco Barn, you will not be disappointed.

I have seen many things in this world of ours that would cause an ordinary man to drop to his knees, openly weeping, overcome by the transcendence of the experience. The morning sun rising over the pristine beaches of Phuket, Thailand, scattering rays of crimson across the sapphire blue seas and causing grains of sand to sparkle like so many precious gemstones. I’ve spent days among the untouched rain forests of the Amazon, miles from civilization, basking in nature at her most pure. I’ve wrestled alligators in the depths of the Everglades in the morning, only to wrestle supermodels in baby oil in the evening. I’ve drank the finest whiskies, the worst beers, and the most average wines anyone has ever made. When Batman needs assistance, he lights a signal in the sky for me.
What I’m trying to tell you is, I’ve seen and done some crazy shit.
Listen, then, to how I was brought low with rapture by the most seemingly innocent of pursuits. A quiet Saturday. Innocent, even — a warm midsummer heat made bearable only by the gentlest of ocean breezes. The radiating sun gently cresting past the height of the sky, making promise of the gentle evening to follow. The desire to experience such splendor with the finest of handmade tobacco products in hand, the smoke lazily caressing the palette like the most intimate of lovers.
This, my friends, is how I came across the Tobacco Barn, a shining city upon a hill that leaves all other purveyors of fine tobacco products to shame. I was immediately overcome by the majesty of their humidor, falling to my knees and crying out to a God that had finally answered my prayers. My tears were tears of joy, tinged with the shame of knowing that, in all my life, I could never create something so perfect. It was as if the heavens themselves had parted to make room for the lounge, crafting the chairs from the softest clouds of air and the water from the purest of aquifers. I tore at my hair, knowing that my life had finally been made complete — and knowing that, were I to breathe my last breath, I would be happy with the knowledge that I had experienced such a sight.
Imagine, if you will, the most delicious of meals, followed by your favorite dessert, followed by the deliberate seduction of the beautiful girl you pined over in high school, giving a sensuous dance just for you while Kate Upton and Jessica Alba hand-​fed you grapes. The delight in taking them all to your chambers, and indulging in a night of hedonistic celebration that would ring through the annals of history.
It wouldn’t even begin to compare to the experience of the Tobacco Barn. One cannot tell you what this experience is like, only lead the way and hope that you follow.
Experience it.

The Tobacco Barn used to be my once a week hang out. I took a «leave of absence» for about a year and just started going there again. I had forgotten just how much I liked it there and what a terrific place it is to go to. A few improvements have sen made since I was last there. They still have my favorite Rocky Patel cigars too. There’s also still a lot of the same people hanging out there and some new ones too.
I like the «man-​cave» feel of the lounge and everyone there is always friendly. It’s a great getaway from the hustle and bustle of life. I guess spending time at the Tobacco Barn is kind of like a spa day for a guy!!!