I like to huff and puff my way around the Niagara Peninsula on long distance bike-hikes,
and "smokin'hot" wasn't a compliment when I was too cute, sometimes.
If I try two or three inhalations of tobacco,
my neck glands start acting up, it feels like pins and needles on the back of my head,
and then I start vomiting.
Now that smoking inside is illegal, I miss the smokey atmospheres of venues.
I quit 9 years ago ... smoked for 37 years (started at age 19 ... why, I don't know).
I do enjoy being around people who are smoking - that burnt tobacco aroma is still pleasing, but I don't want to smell like a walking ashtray anymore or have my clothes reek with that pungent odor, so I have no interest in starting ever again.
One year after quitting though I contracted Diabetes ... along with weight gain ... if smoking didn't get me into the grave sooner, diabetes will for sure. :crazy:
Yes all good thoughts and comments - smoking does give a nice aroma. Me I'm a late starter (not sure why either), as never like smoking much, never did it in my teens, still don't or like cigarettes could never get the hang of them and never found them of interest. But Cigars - I love a good (or even not so good cigar), old style I don't inhale just taste as in correct cigar smoking style and also pipe smoking (old style again- not any illegal stuff). Love to aroma and the relaxation it brings. I also find it a nice pleasant outdoor activity with a good wine or scotch. So I'm a bit like a born again smoker- its my religion.......
As Krummhorn mentions- being around people how smoke has a nice aroma and is (was- think PC is killing this) a good social way to meet and make discuss work/ business decisions. Sorry to hear about your Diabetes- think that would make me give up.
John - pins and needles on the back of my head- now that is some sort of reaction- scary but as you mention - you miss the old smokey venue atmosphere.
Cigars! I smoked one once when I was eighteen.
A friend of mine who lived in a farmhouse had the house to himself for a weekend,
and his mother let me stay over. This was when winter was winter with deep snow.
We went outside behind the barn to smoke a White Owl cigar, and I smoked one all the way, inhaling.
And then I fell backwards, passed out. My friend couldn't wake me, and I wasn't wearing a coat or gloves,
and he couldn't move me, so he kept checking in on me and after over a couple of hours I came to and came in.
I felt fine, not even cold.
I'm always surprised at people who said they had to get over vomitting to get into smoking.
"That's nature's way of telling you something's wrong".
I don't mind making do with my affinity for electricity. I was a little shocking this weekend.
Uh, is tobacco grown in Australia?
The glacial sandy soil deposits a little north of me is tobacco country around here.
"My back still aches when I hear that word, Tillsonburg". Stompin' Tom
When I was playing six-nighters full time in the seventies and early eighties,
I saw a lot of guys who drank, smoked up, used pills and some needles.
When guys were losing it, unable to remember the songs they knew or the words,
they could walk away from their substance abuse and get it together.
If you didn't, it was dangerous for the band, getting fired and not paid for a gig,
having to get back to home base and find a replacement,
with bands breaking up more than keeping it together.
But by far, more than that, what drove everyone nuts was someone trying to quit tobacco.
It could even be the roadies girlfriend, and it still affected everybody.
And if you've ever come across a tobacco plant, getting cut and burning,
you could only think it was the most dangerous plant growing here.
Okay, okay, scooping up silver from the roots of the money tree growing in the river above Niagara Falls,
might seem more dangerous, but all you have to do is get dried off afterwards, not dried out.
Years back, I was married to a RN. There were frequent doctors/nurses parties at the local watering holes.
Before I release the punch line a little bit of back history: most medical professionals tell us "don't smoke, don't drink .. it'll kill you!"
We've all heard that many times.
Well, at those parties, you never saw such a huge gathering of smokers and boozers in your life ... everyone of those very doctors who told us to not smoke looked like chimneys, one right after the next, and always with a refilled glass of hooch in the other hand ... what a joke.
Yah, don't smoke or drink ... save 'em for all the doctors and nurses so there will be enough for their parties.