I have never understood the appeal of cigarettes. At age 12 my cousin and I got a supply of them, various brands. I thought they were horrible. He, on the other hand, liked them. I last saw this cousin 20 years ago and he was still puffing. Probably dead now.
My stepfather died at age 56 of lung cancer. He, too, started smoking at that age.
I should add that my grandfather, also a heavy smoker, died of emphysema at age 59. That is one of the most horrible ways to go, gasping for every breath. He finally ended it by taking rat poison. Ghastly but fairly quick.
Yes, smoking is great.