By the time the Baja Expedition‘s dining tent clears and the naturalist’s voice fades into the dark, the Vizcaíno Desert does something I was not prepared for. It goes completely quiet. Not the manufactured quiet of a spa or a soundproofed hotel room, but the real thing — the kind that rings faintly in the ears until the ears give up searching for something to process. I sat with it for a moment. Then I reached for the cigar.
This is where the week ends for me. Not with a room key or a lobby bar, but with a leather Chesterfield sofa in the camp bar tent, the warm amber weight of a Dalmore 12-Year Sherry Cask Select on the armrest beside me, and between my fingers, one of the most celebrated cigars ever rolled.

The Shark
The Arturo Fuente Don Carlos Eye of the Shark is not simply a cigar. Cigar Aficionado named it the No. 1 cigar of 2017, and I have been waiting for the right moment to smoke it ever since. Released to honour two milestones — the 80th birthday of family patriarch Carlos Fuente Sr. and the 40th anniversary of the Don Carlos brand — it carries its history in every draw. The blend traces its origins to the original Don Carlos cigar of 1976, reworked with aged interior tobaccos from the Dominican Republic and a Cameroon wrapper the Fuente family guards with characteristic discretion.
The shape alone commands attention. The bottom half is square and box-pressed; the upper half tapers into a rounded belicoso — a demi-press that gives the cigar the silhouette of a great white shark in profile. Holding it out here, under this sky, with the lagoon somewhere in the dark beyond the camp perimeter, that shape feels entirely appropriate.

The Smoke
The first draw releases a soft pepper that gives way quickly — creamy coffee over cashew, honey, gingerbread, and a musky earthiness that feels entirely at home in the desert air. The construction is flawless: a clean burn, smoke that is crisp rather than potent, a draw that rewards patience. Into the second half, the body deepens and the profile sharpens around cedar, soft spice, and a warmth that lingers without demanding anything.
The Dalmore does not compete with any of that. Finished in hand-selected sherry casks, it brings its own notes of dried fruit, dark toffee, and a faint orange peel brightness that lifts the cigar’s cedar finish without overwhelming it. I did not plan this pairing. It simply arrived that way, which is the best kind.
A Week Worth Carrying
Out here, the only sound is the draw of this cigar. That tiny glow in the middle of all this black sky puts everything else in perspective. I think about the week: gray whales surfacing alongside the panga, their ancient eyes level with mine. Sea turtles measured and named and released back into the dark shallows. The desert heat earning its respect before giving way each night to a chill that pulls everything inward. The Milky Way appearing not as a suggestion but as a fact — wide and permanent above the camp.

Photo: David Serradell
None of this required a luxury hotel. None of it needed a concierge, a wine list, or a thread count. What it required was willingness — the particular kind that says yes to a private plane over a spine of desert mountains, yes to a camp where the water cuts out at midnight, yes to mornings that begin on the open water before the light is fully settled. I have stayed in five-star hotels all over the world. But nothing has ever made me feel as fully awake as this place did. You just have to get out of your own way and let nature do what nature does.

The Last Third
The Eye of the Shark burns toward its final third, the cedar notes rising, the ember settling into the quiet rhythm of the evening. The Dalmore is nearly gone. The desert does what it has done all week — holds its silence completely, interrupted only by the occasional coyote moving somewhere beyond the dark perimeter.
Not all luxury announces itself in marble lobbies. Sometimes it arrives at the end of a long, extraordinary day: a great cigar, a considered pour, and a sky so dense with stars that extravagance feels like entirely the wrong word for it.

Author Profile

- Helen Siwak is the founder of EcoLuxLuv Communications & Marketing Inc and publisher of Folio.YVR Luxury Lifestyle Magazine and PORTFOLIOY.YVR Business & Entrepreneurs Magazine. She is a prolific content creator, consultant, and marketing and media strategist within the ecoluxury lifestyle niche. Helen is the west coast correspondent to Canada’s top-read industry magazine Retail-Insider, holds a vast freelance portfolio, and consults with many of the world’s luxury heritage brands. Always seeking new opportunities and challenges, you can email her at [email protected].
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