My bedroom is home to a Hunter ceiling fan. The rest of the house has recently been infiltrated by an army of Casablanca fans. I can not speak on their behalf, as I have had very little interaction with them, but I can tell you a little of my Hunter.
It has no bells or whistles, and by that I mean lights. I’m not one for lights on my fan, too cumbersome. On its most powerful setting it puts out a respectable gust wind, but nothing fierce. If you’re looking for a fan that creates tornado type blasts this is not the fan for you. It does however sway, but I have theories about that. Either it was mounted improperly, or more likely my brother throwing ice into the blades for years has probably messed with the moorings.
With only one chain, and four speed settings I rather like this dust ridden piece of equipment. Mind you there is a lot of dust, hopefully it’s not spreading asbestos; I’d say it’s 50/50.
