Ooh, here's a question for ya' if you could have one prefect cigarette anywhere in the world, where would it be? Cause, I'm thinking: sitting on a pile of cusions, crosslegged, wrapped in a patchwork blanket, on a dune, in the middle of the desert at night with sparkling diamond stars sweeping across an ink black sky, and camels groaning and snoring in the distance next to my tent, the door of which is gently flapping in the breeze and letting warm candle light spill onto the sand outside ...