I love the smell of a cigarette when it’s first lit. If they packed them well, it’s just the scent of the paper with a hint of tobacco. It’s a great smell for about a second, then it turns to the smell we all hate. But I miss the scent of a my parents’ and grandparents’ cigarettes, or maybe I just miss all the people who’ve died.
My father stopped smoking in the car when little me brightly piped up from the back seat after he lit up "Mmm, I love that smell when you first light a cigarette, Dad!". I still like that smell - for all of its second's existence!
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