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:
Smoke of any kind, not just tobacco, irritates my sister in law, yet she adores the smell of tobacco smoke - it reminds her of her dad and days when people were polite and didn’t get offended by the least little thing.
For the longest time I wouldn’t smoke in her presence, except if we were in a bar, and even in my own home I would leave the room. One day she asked me to not do that and explained how much she enjoyed the aroma (her word, not mine) and it only bothered her in enclosed places without proper ventilation.
I enjoy cigar smoke (in a non confined area and will have one, once a year or so) Cigarette smoke now makes me gag. Though I do especially remember enjoying a smoke with my morning coffee.
I love the smell of tobacco smoke. It reminds me of freedom and good times. That’s just me. Even though I quit five years ago with the E-cig there is something about that aroma and mixture of burning leaves that can’t be replaced and I miss. But I can understand why some people don’t like the smell personally.
One thing that every adult can agree on: banning fake e-cigarettes that emit stage fog is proof positive that The whole anti-smoking movement was designed to enrich government, crony capitalist partners in alphabet soup nonprofit groups and big Pharma companies peddling flavored nicotine gum as “medicine”.
Secondhand smoke danger was a lie Made up by paid shills and Grant junkies.
They have exposed themselves in all their naked glory like a centerfold in a magazine. The only thing missing is the staple in these fraudsters belly button.