From Cairo,
with a cigar in hand.
Tony Baskharoon opened C. Fine Cigars on First Street in 2006. Twenty years later, the door's still the same, and so is the man behind it.
The warmth behind the warmth.
Ask Tony about the shop long enough and he'll tell you it was never just his. His wife is the other half of the welcome — the cooking during the holidays, the sharp eye for who's comfortable and who isn't yet, the laughter that carries across a room. Every family business has a second owner who doesn't show up on the paperwork. This is ours.
The next generation grew up in the shop.
Tony's son grew up behind the counter — learned the humidor the way other kids learn a garage. You'll see the two of them on a busy Saturday, moving around each other with the easy timing only family has. It's a shop run by a father and shaped by a son who's been there since he could see over the glass.
Cairo to Tustin.
Tony came to Southern California from Egypt, and he brought the best of home with him — the patience, the table, the belief that a guest is never a stranger and a stranger is never just a guest. In Cairo, a cup of tea is an invitation to sit. At C. Fine Cigars, a cigar is the same thing. The coffee is always on. The chairs are always open.
Doctors, cops, bikers, grandfathers, first-timers.
The beautiful thing about a shop like this is that everyone who walks through the door belongs. You'll meet a cardiologist and a Harley rider in the same lounge, both smoking something Tony picked out for them, both on their way to being regulars. Nobody's outranked. Nobody's rushed.
Everyone who walks in leaves family.
Same door. Same welcome.
Since 2006, C. Fine Cigars has been the place you come back to. A seat in the lounge, a cigar in your hand, a man at the counter who remembers your name.
Come sit with us.