Smokers and former smokers. The best cigarette you ever smoked...not looking for brand.

I like Billy Collins! He is on Prairie Home Companion once in a while and I always enjoy his stuff.

That was great! There was lots of smoking on Frazier.

My mom’s death and my subsequent stint as executor of her estate was very stressful and triggered a relapse for me too.

Yep, I have smoked outdoors when it’s crazy cold and it is different.

In a way, the best cigarette I had was down at Wreck Beach. Half and half, hash and tobacco. I had pretty much just sparked it when a cop walked up and made as if to take it out of my hand. I said to this (plainclothes) cop, “what the fuck ya doin’?!”

He showed his badge and asked me, indicating this spliff, “what’s this?” I say “it’s a cigarette, help yourself (since he already had it in his hand by that time).” He shined his flashlight on it - and gave it back! This was a solid spliff, the size of a cigarette, with pure tobacco at the unlit end.

So then he found the piece of hash on tinfoil that I had left out in the open, and proceeded to write me a ticket for that. While I sat there drawing on this spliff. They had to know, there’d be no mistaking that odor. Leaning back against a log, drawing on a spliff while getting a ticket for possession of hash. Oh, and passing a bottle of wine back and forth to my friend. Very weird incident. Tasty smoke!

Here’s another one, from Black Books:
‘This is fantastic. I’m in heaven.’

:slight_smile:

Probably my best ever was back when I was working at a hotel - we went through a particularly manic period and I’d been working every day for about a month, culminating in the Crazy 30 Hour Shift From Hell. I’d run out of cigarettes many hours before the end of that shift, and finally ended up heading for home at about 5AM to enjoy an entire two days off. I stopped on the way home for a new pack, and thankfully resisted the urge to light up in the car. I saved it until I got home.
So, at about 5:30 in the morning, in the peace and quiet of home, just as dawn was breaking, I had the best cigarette/coffee combo of my life. Watching the sun rise, thinking of nothing but the good long sleep I was about to have and the two days of doing nothing stretching ahead of me. Total bliss! :slight_smile:

Of course, most cigarettes these days just leave me thinking ‘this is crap. Why am I doing this again?’ :frowning:

There is an episode of Frasier where he gets up in the middle of the night and finds Daphne sitting in the living room smoking. They talk for a while and then he lights one up.
I tried to find it on YT but couldn’t.

Frasier
“The Matchmaker”
Season 2, Episode 3.

There’s been a few memorable smokes over the years, but this is the one that most springs to mind.

It was in Rome, after a day of clattering chaos, dodged traffic, nuns, unexpected vistas, vertigo in a basilica, an overdose of art and ancient architecture and the best pizza I’ve ever had. My friends wanted to stay out late, but I was weary, so I went back to the apartment. Opened the big window, climbed out, and sat on the window ledge, overlooking the street below. Just a regular street in Rome, me, my tobacco tin and a bottle of wine, watching the sun go down, and the city settle itself in for the night. That was a good smoke.

It was summer of 1990, and my then husband and I went sitting on the outdoor area of a little restaurant near Lake Memphremagog. We had just eaten a huge plateful of langoustines, and the jazz band was playing “Summertime and the livin’ is easy” as the sun set. I lit a Johnny Player, and enjoyed the single best cigarette I’ve ever had in my life.

I’ve never smoked cigarettes, but reading that has me longing a Johnny Player. Or a Tareyton, even. Smooooooth.

Flight delayed, then rerouted, stuck on the tarmac, finally landed in Oklahoma City (instead of Tulsa). Turned out to be one of last airports with a smoking area. Best smoke I ever had.

I quit smoking on November 30th, 1998 at 11.30pm. I did this deliberately so I could remember the exact time when I lit my last cigarette. It was a great cigarette.

Former cigarettes but I still do a cigar now and then – and surprisingly enough mine was in the hospital after my “cardiac incident”. I knew what that “ripping the shoulder blade out my back” pain meant and had resigned myself to surgery or maybe death. When the doc said it wasn’t going to be either right then I relaxed and had one of the best cigarettes ever. One of my last couple dozen as well.

(This was like 1987 and you could still smoke in most patient rooms)