You remember how a cigarette used to smell, say on a warm summer day, outside, when you were about seventeen? You weren't even the one smoking it - but as that aromatic, slightly acrid blue smoke wafted past your nose, it carried with it the aroma of adventure, excitement and glamour. You were wearing bell-bottomed, hip-hugger jeans, a yellow halter top, and your wavy brown hair fell halfway down your back. Those were innocent days. Let's say you were also under a jasmine tree in full bloom. Summertime at its best.