There are some circles in America where it seems to be more socially acceptable to carry a hand-gun than a packet of cigarettes. I attribute the quarrelsome nature of the Middle Ages young men entirely to the want of the soothing weed. It is exquisite, and it leaves one unsatisfied. If alcohol is queen, then tobacco is her consort. It's a fond companion for all occasions, a loyal friend through fair weather and foul.
People smoke to celebrate a happy moment, or to hide a bitter regret.
Whether you're alone or with friends, it's a joy for all the senses.