Our Story
In December 1996, the world lost a legend: Cigaro del Cranio, father to a book of true rebellion, caught fire. There was little anyone could do further than talk solemnly of greetings cards and play a bit of Mah-Jong. Tonic wine was consumed, wads o’ wafer digested - oh, these were sobering times, my friends…
In memory of the robust soul that was C del Cranio, Brain Cigar (T) was fashioned from the rock - by a pair of ne’er-do-wells by the names of Peter Baynham and Jeremy Simmonds, in the Balham of London during the late nineties. We hope you’ll succumb to our fragrance and indulge in a little ‘Cigaro’ with us.
It won’t take you long, but will sure ‘nough leave you asking more questions than you’ll find answered.
Join Pete, Jez, Robert, Dave, Jesus, Lincoln and Throat on a voyage of very little. And bring your own sangwidges!
“Don’t come in here with your dirty boots on!”
What they said about Brain Cigar:
(A few gentle endorsements…)
“Iwooooooulddhavethooooooought!” (Robert, 1990)
“Ye people are grrrrreat! Ye know tha’?” (Jesus, Liverpool Street Station, 1992)
“Ignore the reptiles, boys! They’re only here to keep the chef company! BOOOOYYYSS!!” (Lyme Regis Landlord, 1993)
“What’s the sun lookin’ at, Peder?” (Dave, 1380)
“D-daddy? I…I…ohhh.” (Lincoln, 1996)
“Hello. I’m a bear.” (Keith Bear, Yosemite National Park, 1996)
“Whoooohooo! Your word!” (Il Balducci, 2001)