Fairies of the Precious Aroma

Soft hands hide neither their nakedness nor their makeup. They move with a dexterity to be envied.

Their features may mark different ages, but tenderness prevails in their work, the tenderness they imprint on each wrapper they caress, on each Habano they shape.

Even time gives way to embrace this environment, where women’s hands and souls give life to an inheritance, to a tradition.

They can be called tabaqueras, twisters, but in the end, they are angels, angels of these times, fairies that add light to the shadows.