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tobacco product in Jember is the best quality, so as to be indicato nella preparazione dei sigari. La cooperativa Kartanegara, formata da ex dipendenti della PT Perkubunan Nusantara, ha iniziato una produzione di sigari per conto terzi, impiegando manodopera locale femminile di grande esperienza. Una distesa di foglie, stese al sole a guisa di tappeto rosso, accoglie il visitatore nel viale d’accesso. Bassi edifici, immersi in un grande spazio alberato, un campo da tennis in cemento, poche persone in giro, secondo lo stile di basso profilo dei tropici.

La stanza dove avviene la manifattura è impregnata dell’aroma denso e dolciastro del tabacco. Mani abili, mani femminili, stendono con delicatezza la large leaf on the glass. Cut it into small rectangles, using a Plexiglas mold. These pieces of dried leaf, but still flexible, they are quickly filled with chopped leaves and roll with a few moves and aid capable of a simple wooden frame. Another leaf is flattened, without the central rib and cut longitudinally to obtain at least three stripes. One of these strips is cleverly wrapped around the rising spiral cigar is the wrapper. Other skills, the extent and in sorting, put themselves in the field to even the rough and cigars to select the color and size. Every little scrap of precious colored leaf latte is recovered and recycled. Finally packing, first with individual envelopes and then in tin boxes, the Australian developer, wanted a fashionable periwinkle.

Packaging cigars here is given to the delicate feminine wisdom. An accessory is lovingly assembled a typically male, from the leaf to the cylinder compact, by the hands of women. And perhaps this helps to make them an object and exclusive area in a world of men.

In the near Cigar Corner, the cooperative sets out samples of its products in boxes that bear on the cover mainly exotic and evocative images Bali, a dancer, the mask of Barong, Kecak choir. The matching cigar-liquor, so prized by gourmets, is sadly relegated to the dusty shelf of a closet, a few bottles of wine and Fernet Branca, absurdly empty. Outside, turn a white wall, rests a life-size plywood silhouettes, the testimonials, they say very appealing but now abandoned, a popular line of cigarillos. The man, dressed in a black pinstripe suit, brimmed hat down over his eyes, cigarette dangling from his lips tight vertical just marked by precise mustache, is the unlikely picture of a kid mafia overseas, rather extravagant to have the effect of emulation macho average Indonesian.