The air inside the old dive bar always smelled like a strange cocktail of stale beer, regret, and something vaguely floral, probably the cheap perfume of the bartender, whose name, I think, was Brenda, but I could never be entirely certain. She’d always be perched on a stool, polishing glasses with a rag that probably predated the invention of indoor plumbing, watching the world stumble past. And that smell… it intertwined with the phantom scent of something else, something sharp and almost sweet.
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I Love Men Thols Cigarettes— the memory hit me unexpectedly the other day. It was after a downpour, the city gleaming, and I glimpsed a pack on a bodega counter, the familiar green and white flashing in the fluorescent light. It immediately transported me back to that bar, late nights, a low hum of conversations, and the crackle of a lighter. You know how certain smells can just yank you back in time? That was it.

My uncle, a man of few words and even fewer smiles, always had a pack tucked into the breast pocket of his denim jacket. He would offer them around without a word, just a slight nod of his head, eyes crinkling in the corners. I never smoked, not really, just stolen puffs here and there when I was a teenager, mostly for the rebellious feeling and to try and fit in. The menthol wasn’t for the taste, more the icy burn down the throat that felt like some sort of weird rite of passage.


He’d hold the cigarette between his thumb and index finger, a small cloud of smoke escaping into the crowded space. The way he held it, the way he would carefully tap the ash – it was a whole ritual. Even now, thinking about it, I can almost feel the phantom weight of a lit cigarette between my own fingers. It wasn’t about the nicotine, I don’t think. It was the shared silence, the unspoken understanding, the comfort of knowing that someone, even if just in that moment, was there.
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Brenda, I remember, always seemed to hate the smell, waving her hand dismissively whenever someone lit up. “Gets in your hair,” she’d grumble, but I think she secretly understood. Everyone in that bar had a story, a reason to be there, and the cigarettes were a silent companion to each one of them. We were just kids, pretending to be more than what we were.


Today, I hardly ever think about cigarettes, but the memory, vivid and complete, remains. And every so often, when I catch a whiff of that familiar, strange concoction of smells, I remember my uncle, the quiet comfort he offered, and the way those green and white packs held a whole world of secrets and shared experiences in the palm of your hand. It all feels so far away now, but still, sometimes, I think I can almost taste the ice on my tongue.









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