Self-Taught Artisan and Cigar Lover Patrick Mavros Has Turned His
Out: of = AfricaSelf-taught artisan and cigar lover Patrick Mavros has turned his stunning, wildlife-themed silver creations into a top luxury brand BY ANDREW NAGY PORTRAITS BY MATT FURMAN =:=:= eated on the other side of the table, Patrick Mavros exudes an aura of the African savanna, as if he just strode from the golden sands of his native Zimbabwe, straight into the posh dining room of New York City’s Club Macanudo. He wears a chocolate- brown safari jacket over a white linen shirt, slate trousers with reinforced seams and is crowned by a custom, broad-brimmed hat that has a guinea-fowl feather—a Skeepsake from his wife, Catja—protruding from its band. He appears to be more of a seasoned big- game hunter, ripped from the pages of a Hemingway story, than the preeminent master silversmith to the world’s aristocracy. As it turns out, he’s both, as well as many other things, including raconteur, polio survivor, retired baker, conservationist and a former member of the Selous Scouts, an elite special forces unit that fought in the Rhodesian Bush War. He rests his lit Cohiba Comador in a crystal ashtray on the table, sets his hat next to it and runs a hand through his untamed, wispy salt-and-pepper hair, revealing a bearded countenance that is simultaneously stern and friendly, highlighted by piercing brown eyes. “Alright,” he says, a charming lilt in his British accent, “where shall we begin? I know!” He affixes a pair of pince-nez reading glasses to the bridge of his nose and thumbs through his iPhone, which displays a photograph of five men who work for Mavros standing shoulder to shoulder, grinning and holding up a massive python no less than 40 feet long.
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