Man, all this talk about Swishers and Black and Milds (cheap smokes) brought me back to when my pops used to smoke a Backwoods out on the front porch growing up. Dude would light one up, my brothers and I would smell it inside the house, and go out front to hang out with him and shoot the shit. It was like an event for us. Not because he never gave a shit about us and didn't pay any attention to us, but something about seeing the dude who busts his ass for us every day take a moment to relax and have a cigar and a glass of Beam was special shit. Of course, back then, we didn't fully realize he was probably just trying to unwind and chill out from the day he had and be alone, but he never told us to fuk off, so I guess he was cool with it lol.
To this day, that distinct Backwoods smell brings back some solid memories.