The Old Cigar Factory

Originally a stately French Quarter manor belonging to the Fauchers, a once-wealthy Creole family that was brought to ruin by terrible misfortune, depravity, and reckless investments. As the family fortune evaporated, the Fauchers made a last-ditch effort to capitalize on tobacco trade connections and attempted to manufacture cigars in the converted ground floor of their crumbling home. Today, the empty, dilapidated building sits on a French Quarter block surrounded by low-rent apartments and warehouses. Though the façade’s windows are boarded, the rotting wooden front door bearing a heavy fleur-de-lis knocker appears slightly ajar.

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Welcome to The Old Cigar Factory, a once-stately French Quarter manor that belonged to the Fauchers, a once-wealthy Creole family whose tragic tale of misfortune, depravity, and reckless investments led to their ruin. Seeking a desperate lifeline, the Fauchers attempted to capitalize on tobacco trade connections and transformed the ground floor of their crumbling home into a cigar manufacturing venture. However, the endeavor proved futile, and now the empty, dilapidated building sits in eerie silence on a French Quarter block surrounded by low-rent apartments and warehouses.
As you cautiously step through the slightly ajar, rotting wooden front door bearing a heavy fleur-de-lis knocker, you find yourself in a scene of desolation and decay. The remnants of the Faucher manor reveal a haunting tale of its own. The moldering bones of the home stand as a testament to its former grandeur, but now demolished walls, sagging support beams, and a completely collapsed grand staircase speak of its tragic downfall.
Beyond the foyer, an expansive open space reveals a makeshift stage, carefully arranged cigar rolling tables forming two concentric semi-circles. The room appears to have once been a venue for audiences to enjoy the cigar-making process. Empty cups and bottles, discarded programs, and an array of unusual props litter the floor and tables, all left behind as if the place had been abandoned in haste.
The stage itself is adorned with peculiar set pieces, including a crude cardboard representation of a sailboat and waves, and strands of transplanted Spanish moss hang from the ruined ceiling, lending an unsettling touch to the environment. An unusual upright piano crafted of dark wood and an ivory loom in a corner near the stage, adding to the air of mystery that pervades the scene.

RUINED STRUCTURE
1847

Type

Manor house / Meeting hall

Parent Location

The French Quarter