The first cigarette I ever had, I was about 10. Me and my best friend stole one from Mum (sorry Mum 😬) and snuck down to the old scout hut for a bum puff and I remember that rush and it was not from the smoke, but from rebellion. Freedom. Autonomy. And honestly… that’s the fucking hook, isn’t it… haha Smokers are a stubborn breed. If you can force yourself past the disgusting taste of your first cig just to chase a feeling you’ve got some serious grit and stubbornness happening. Because imagine