My dad smoked a pack a day, then who knows how many pipes, and did have a shot now and again. Was a small town doctor and worked 18 hour days. Fought in WW2 and Korea. Made it to 90. Oh, and never exercised.
Go figure.
My Uncle lived to be a little over a hundred. He was Mother’s oldest Sisters husband. She was widowed and married him a few years later. She always called him “Mr. Anderson”.
He smoked a pipe just about constantly and he used a very pleasant tobacco which gave off a great aroma. I can’t stand cigarettes but the pipe was different. He also was a great story teller. I remember my Father in particular liked to listen to his stories of the old days.
Since Daddy was born in 1918 we are talking real old days.