Do you remember that time at Art Basel—whether it be in Miami, or Hong Kong, or Basel—when someone started handing out Davidoff cigars? I remember pretty much precisely. It was at a party for Gladstone Gallery at an 18th Century castle in Switzerland, my first time in Basel, that fairytale of a town with ancient buildings frosted like birthday cakes, the land of free public transportation and $70 whiskey sodas. So when someone started handing out Davidoff cigars, I figured it was simply a perk of the party, some extension of the largess that landed us in a castle in the first place. Not quite! ![]()
