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my first cigarette
I am a smoker, and like the taste of tobacco and the smell of smoke.
However, as a teenager I avoided the "smoking goods" because I found the ambitious smoking of my friends and dinnen silly.
Laughably catch one at the school entrance right away.
I didn't want to get involved.
But I always had to serve as a cigarette store because my parents didn't visit me.
So I once carried around a box of Reval without it, which belonged to my girlfriend.
The open box smelled good in my denim jacket and I wondered what such a Ziggi would taste like.
Try makes wise - my ma said laconically.
And the first train tasted amazingly good.
It reminded me of freshly baked bread with crust.
So smoking wasn't just an empty fuss, it was indeed a pleasure.
Smoke is also a delightful fragrance.
One afternoon in Daddy's stylish office.
Classic ebony furniture, glossy oiled, cedar coat hangers - and the festive scent of his long dark cigars.
The fruit rises from the fruit bowl - and the newspaper fragrance conveys the stories from the world.
You talk, you keep quiet - everything goes without saying.
Calm cosiness germinates in me - and I am reluctant to leave this refuge.
Smoke skilfully transports this image of style and security.
What I have to say takes a cigarette...
However, as a teenager I avoided the "smoking goods" because I found the ambitious smoking of my friends and dinnen silly.
Laughably catch one at the school entrance right away.
I didn't want to get involved.
But I always had to serve as a cigarette store because my parents didn't visit me.
So I once carried around a box of Reval without it, which belonged to my girlfriend.
The open box smelled good in my denim jacket and I wondered what such a Ziggi would taste like.
Try makes wise - my ma said laconically.
And the first train tasted amazingly good.
It reminded me of freshly baked bread with crust.
So smoking wasn't just an empty fuss, it was indeed a pleasure.
Smoke is also a delightful fragrance.
One afternoon in Daddy's stylish office.
Classic ebony furniture, glossy oiled, cedar coat hangers - and the festive scent of his long dark cigars.
The fruit rises from the fruit bowl - and the newspaper fragrance conveys the stories from the world.
You talk, you keep quiet - everything goes without saying.
Calm cosiness germinates in me - and I am reluctant to leave this refuge.
Smoke skilfully transports this image of style and security.
What I have to say takes a cigarette...
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