Lady, be cool, I’m just ogling you vaguely menacingly from afar.

It’s a hard premise to argue with, assuming they’re worth smoking in the first place. Then again, given how everything is nicotine-infused sawdust these days, it’s hard to imagine I wouldn’t like anything from 1975 better.

You know, I liked it better back when tobacco companies were killing us slowly rather than immediately.

My father smoked these during his Kodak years