Carmela Cammarata's stained brown fingers have a life of their own. Nimbly stretching Honduran corojo tobacco leaves with moistened fingertips, she strips the stems with a flat, semicircular blade. Then she expertly rolls the golden leaves around bunched-up filler into fragrant cylinders that could make a cigar lover cry. Rolling cigars comes as naturally and rhythmically to her as drumming fingers on a kitchen table. "I shouldn't be working anymore," says Cammarata, who has been making cigars for 65 of her 80 years. "But I love to make cigars. In my day it was tobacco, tobacco, tobacco. There wasn't anything else."
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