It also serves to reminds me of my college days in the early 1960s when I used to ride the Greyhound bus back to home from school for holidays. In those days, nearly everyone smoked (as did I) and since the olfactory sense evokes such strong recollections, all of my associative memories with smoking are very positive. Growing up as I did in the 1940s, there was time when a good host made sure that ashtrays and lighters were omnipresent.
And there's this classic scene from Now Voyager depicting how a real gentleman treated a lady back during what I consider a far better era:
And speaking of that better era:
