simply adore smoking! I love to feel the smoke entering my lungs, caressing them on the inside and then curling in the air when I exhale it. It is an aesthetic act, being part of the subtle, airy gymnastics the smoke performs while I'm just an actor of the play smoke performs with or without me. I prefer to smoke laying on my back on a sofa or even on the floor. The floor is cold and that cold feeling ascends and tickles my spine like an orgasm. I smoke heavy cigarettes for a lady, a doctor said, from this point of view I'm more like a man, I prefer the strong taste of Marlboro Red Long cigarettes, their cork filter being a big plus in my decision to choose them. I like "extreme" sensations, the smoke entering my lungs when I light up the cigarette feels like a in the chest. A bit hurtful, pleasant and gives my throat a feeling of dryness, so specific for strong cigarettes. The ashtray I received as a gift from my mother-in-law, I immediately become fond of it because of its shape, it resembles a shell (the ashtray, not the mother-in-law). Makes me think about sirens and Ulysses. While I smoke I look into your eyes all the time, I play with the smoke and have a lot of fun hurting my lungs bit by bit