Mr Tobacco

I’ve been coming to Mr. Tobacco for almost a year and a half. It has become my go-​to place for my cigar purchases and just sitting and enjoying a relaxed smoke. Manish and his team are really good folks to chat with and pass some time. Cigars are priced well and the stock of my favorites are always available in quantity. They recently added more hours of operations which is great because now I have more time to enjoy my frequent visits. Additionally, they offer many accessories that help make the overall cigar-​smoking experience a true pleasure. The place is a gem tucked away in its quaint location.
Mr. Tobacco is my little home away from home… thank you Manish and team!

Since there’s hardly any cigar shops in Smithtown, Mr. Tobacco has very little competition. Ever since it replace the old Irish shoppe, it’s a great location right off of Route 111.
The inside of the store is pretty standard. In the actual show room, the glass cases line the walls with several tables in the middle. The selection of cigars is pretty diverse. However, the quality of the cigars are AWFUL. None of the display cases are sealed correctly, so the humidity escapes leaving the cigars dry and hard. The last time I went to Mr. Tobacco, I bought 3 cigars and the cashier wouldn’t give me matches. How do you expect people to come back?
Other important notes:
–Lottery
–Variety of pipe tobacco
–No televisions
–Cigars can be smoked in the main display room
If you’re in the Smithtown area, you’re better off going to Elite Cigars. Until the quality increases, I’ll only come here in a pinch.
2.5÷5

Stopped in here just before for a small gift of a few cigars. I told the older gentleman behind the counter what they were for (a wedding gift for the groom.) He asked what I was looking and also my price range. After a short Q & A session he was able to recommend a nice cigar so I bought 3! He was extremely pleasant to work with.
I didn’t get a change to really explore the whole place but the setting was open, clean and they had stairs leading to what seemed like a little loft. I will be stopping in next time I need a gift for someone!

Ok, so I happen to be a man of a *few* vices…
Yes, I know how bad smoking is for you — I recently had the pleasure of wrapping some poor soul’s newly-​obtained stump resulting from a below-​the-​knee-​amputation due to poor circulation related to cigarette use — but I REALLY enjoy an occasional cigar and glass of outside-​my-​tax-​bracket-​whiskey. This is THE place to go in the area when you need any tobacco item. Two walls ranging from Claro to Oscuro feature almost every well-​known brand as well as some pretty obscure finds. There is almost always a table featuring a pile of stuff on sale, and I have never bought a stale stogie from here (although at a pace of less-​than-​one/​month, I could easily be wrong).
There’s tables and newspapers (also a Greek paper available FYI) that you can sit at and enjoy a smoke, if doing so at home is verboten. (And unless you count the QuickDraw, there are no TV’s, but I consider that a refuge in this age of constant-​screen-​staring.) Like any good tobacco shop, they’ve got every form of lottery available here — and people seem to hit pretty consistently from the posted winnings near the register.
Oh, I almost forgot — REAL PIPE TOBACCO BLENDS! There’s a counter with about TWELVE different blends of pipe tobacco in big ol’ clearly labeled apothecary jars. If you smoke a pipe, just FORGET about getting those ridiculously priced tins or plastic baggies with crap in em — these blends don’t b***s**t around with names like «Summer Sunrise» or «Engine No 45»; they’re straight-​up — «Amaretto», «Vanilla», «Cordial» and SO superior for making your own custom blend. And at about $ 4/​oz, they’re also far cheaper than the pre-​packaged garbage most people are forced to buy since, well let’s face it, smoking pipes has been on a downward trend for a long, long time.
But hey, we’ll be able to indulge freely soon enough once they figure out a way to slap some stem-​cells in ya and re-​grow all those tarred-​up alveoli… right?