My BIL use to smoke Marlboro red 100’s like there was no tomorrow. I loved that smell of a freshly lit red. But hated everything after it was burning. Worked and rode in company truck for years with a guy who smoked the biggest, cheapest, nastiest stinking cigars he could find. He finally switched to a pipe and life got better for both of us.
Dad got me started on Levi Garrett when I was 5 or 6. He’d give me the bottom of an old pouch before he left for work in the morning occasionally. I still have a strong craving for it when the leaves start falling through deer season.
