I quit smoking two years ago, but I started in 1983 when I was about a month shy of my 15th birthday. My first brand was Vantage, because I liked the look of the pack and the filters were interesting. After about 18 months, I switched to Camel Filters, because I liked the taste better. When Camel Wides were introduced in around 1992, I switched to those and stuck there for 11 years.
Camel Wides were a pain in the ass, but they tasted so much better than any other cig, I stubbornly refused to smoke anything else. The reason they were a pain in the ass is that the packs are wider than a standard pack, so they don’t fit in those plastic cigarette racks that most Retailers have. With at least 11 different varieties of Camels on the market, many Retailers chose not to carry them at all. Eventually I found most of the stores near home and work that did carry them, and patronized them frequently.
Of course, occasionally I would be in unfamiliar territory, needing smokes, and then the fun would begin. I would walk into a store.
“Pack of Camel Wides, please.” They would rummage around and come up with a pack of Camel Lights. “No, Wides. Wides.” They would rummage around some more. No dice. So I would leave and go down the road to the next store I could find. Sometimes, it would take me four tries before I finally hit paydirt.
When I finally quit, I had been smoking about 15 a day.
I originally started smoking because I was hanging out with this older kid (he was, like, 15!) and he was really cool, and he smoked, so I started. I knew full well the dangers, having pestered my mother, father and grandparents for years and years to stop. I even did a school science project on the effects of cigarette smoke on mice in 6th grade. But 1983 was my nihilistic period, and I decided I didn’t give a crap if I lived a long time or not.