Since I did a “coughing, dangling, inhaling deep and clutching my chest” video with a Marlboro Red 100, I decided to do a similar one for the all-white 100s fans!
To me and my twisted fetish mind, this video suggests different scenarios. Here’s one: you and your partner are having dinner with the neighbors, a lovely early-retired couple who always serve a great dinner- and they like to host it at their house because they are both longtime, heavy, indoor smokers. Now that they’re both essentially retired empty nesters and can smoke all they want, their habits have only increased- it seems they can never be without their cigarettes anymore. Tammy was always a little over a pack day of her Virginia Slims 120, but now she jokes about opening a third pack of the day as Bob - in front of you- lights her cigarette as soon as it’s clear we’re all done with a spectacular dinner. Bob was about a fifteen-a-day Marlboro Red 100 man and cigar smoker before retirement. He now hauls away on a Parliament 100 to ease his after dinner craving. You and your partner are fine with the smoking - maybe you’re both smokers yourselves.
You both find it curious, though, that Bob is smoking more - especially since it was his smoking-related heart attack that kind of forced him into early retirement a few years ago. Tammy works from home part-time while she’s wrapping up her career - she’s in her late fifties and fills an ashtray next to her computer all day. They’re financially secure and enjoying life, even though they’re kind of homebodies because of their need to smoke pretty often.
One thing Bob did do after his (thankfully mild) heart attack was switch from Marlboro 100s to Parliament 100s. Bob is a smart man, but he still believes that low-tar-is-healthier nonsense from old ads in the 80s, when he was adding tobacco to his daily life as a young teenager. In any event, he now goes through a pack and a half a day of those charcoal-filtered “low tar” cigarettes. Plus more leisure time means he has time every day to haul away on a few big cigars, too. You’ve even seen him fiddling with a pipe.
Maybe Bob did the right thing here by switching to a lighter brand. He has made it three years since his heart attack. He’ll tell you he never felt better.
Your experience tells a different story, though, about Bob’s health. You’ve heard his coughing fits when he tries to work in the backyard. He gave up golfing at the club about a year into retirement when they banned smoking on the course - a full 18 holes without a cigarette was not something he was looking forward to. He and Tammy hold court on the smoking patio outside of the clubhouse pretty often- but you won’t see either of them at the gym. Smoking and a sedentary lifestyle are giving both of them a few extra pounds. Not a good thing for Bob after his heart attack, for sure.
That crosses your mind as you watch Bob haul away on his low-tar cigarette. He clutches his chest a bit - you know he’s not reaching for his shirt pocket pack as the hot coal on the one he’s hitting hard still has some tobacco to burn through. But he needs the nicotine so badly even a cough can’t break its grip on him to let him take the Parliament from his lips. He needs that nicotine to help digest that big brisket dinner - Bob put away more than his share of that great feast and he’s feeling a little indigestion. Maybe it’s the indigestion causing him to grasp a bit at his chest, in a natural response to the sharp pain.
But you don’t worry- Bob has a fitness watch to track his heart rate. Surely it is linked to his doctor if it detects a high heart rate and will give the doctor an alarm?