The smell of the cigar factory is the smell of local life. It is everywhere, in your eyes, in your nose, in your mouth. The aroma of the fresh tobacco leaves merges with the spicy smell that comes out of the Havana houses and meets the fragrance of the Caribbean flowers. The essence of Cuba and its people, the Torcedores whose life has always linked to the Puros: almost a divine pleasure for many, the story of one's life for others. From the tobacco plantations to the manufacture of Havana, every day, for many men and women, an infinite repetition of slow and tiring gestures, of which, however, they can no longer do without.