Cigars, kept at 70/70.
Cuban, Dominican, Nicaraguan and Honduran. From the everyday Corona to vintage Churchills aged beyond reason. Sold by the stick or by the box, cut and lit if you'd like to stay.
A small, considered shop on High Street for the slow-burning pleasures: hand-rolled cigars, pipe tobacco weighed by the ounce, the world's quieter cigarettes, and the accessories to keep them company. Family-run since the year we opened the doors.
Cuban, Dominican, Nicaraguan and Honduran. From the everyday Corona to vintage Churchills aged beyond reason. Sold by the stick or by the box, cut and lit if you'd like to stay.
English, Virginia, Burley, Latakia, aromatic and Oriental blends — weighed and folded into parchment. Briar and meerschaum pipes from Dunhill, Peterson, Savinelli and the smaller makers we love.
Shag, fine-cut and long-cut — for those who prefer to make their own. Rizla, OCB, Raw, Zig-Zag. Filters, tips, injectors, machines, rolling mats. Everything but the chair.
The familiar UK and European brands, plus the strange and seasonal — Balkan, French, Belgian and Japanese. Duty-stamped, fresh, kept out of the light.
Zippo, Dupont, Xikar. Double-guillotine and V-cutters. Leather cases, ashtrays, snuff, matches, hygrometers and humidor jars. For the smoker who keeps their tools sharp.
Playing cards, pocket journals, leather goods,Postal stickers, cologne, framed prints. For the friend who already has too much — and the uncle who has nothing like enough.
Lancero-cut Robusto, triple binder, the modern benchmark for Cuban luxury. Aged seven years before leaving the factory.
Dominican puro, sun-grown wrapper from Chateau de la Fuente. Scarcely seen outside the season — we keep a small allocation.
A pressed Virginia flake with a whisper of perique. Slow burning, mellow, raisined — folded by hand into 50g parchment.
The signature "Ping" — a soft, resonant chime on opening. Lacquered brass, polished in Paris. A lighter for life.
We sell nothing fast. Tobacco asks for time — to grow, to cure, to roll, to burn. The Trading Post was opened in 1995 to keep that time honest, and to share it with anyone who walks in off High Street.
Look for the dark green frontage and the brass leaf above the door. The humidor is in the back room; the lounge is up the three steps. Walk-ins welcome — smokers and the merely curious alike.