My dad drank some red wine most every day from the age of 5. (Born in Italy). He only lived to be 92, probably due to all that drinking.
Did he smoke?.....................
In small town north central Florida, three black Baptist women( they said they were black ) sold dollar pies in front of the local grocery. They wore wonderful colored hats, so you knew that the purple hat lady, little ole thing, had the best pies. Her two daughters (red hat green hat) both slight nod of the head acknowledging her stature as Pie Queen. Absolute teetotalers.
Fred, a good old Georgia boy, the local pharmacist across the street sold grosses of little bottles of “vitamin tonic” to these ladies , because that’s want they wanted, for years, taking their nighttime dose after supper.
Tonic bottles were four ounces, labeled Red Wine, and Fred’s comment was “they’ll get right angry if i run out”
My great-Grandpa home brewed wine in his basement. There was a bottle on the dinner table every day. He lived to be 98.
My grandfather passed away at 90. Started smoking cigars when he was about 14 and drank 3 fingers of whiskey every night.