When I was around sixteen years old my older brother found out I occasionally smoked cigarettes. We would often smoke one or a cigar while playing golf because we got a small buzz, it was fun, and it felt cool.
My brother proceeded to give me one of my more memorable Christmas presents, a carton of smokes, which I immediately returned minus one square. I think I even remember saying, “gee… thanks bro, but I’ll never smoke all these in my entire life!” Ah the naivety of youth.
When I went to Korea in the year 2000, I was still an occasional smoker and I found two brands in Korea called Time and This that I loved!
Yesterday guess what I saw in our local H Mart?
I don’t smoke cigs much these days, only in Vegas and at work sometimes, but I had to buy this pack when I saw it!
Tastes just like I remember. Like a memory.