Summary
It's on a little table, next to the newspaper. It's green with swirls of gold and then - snap! - it's open and there they are: little rolls of white paper piled up like parchments in a casket. My grandfather shows me how to make one (children making cigarettes? quick, call social services!) and I place it with the others in the tin and then - snap! - it's closed again and I can see the words on the lid - Golden Virginia - and the green: the green that never fades.
The little memory that unfurls itself from the 1970s isn't really about Golden Virginia, of course: it's about the time I spent at my grandparents' house, but even so I've always loved the paraphernalia of smoking. Everyone thinks the habit is ugly, but that's unfair: it's only transformed into something ugly by a match or a lighter. Before that, when it's still packaged up, smoking isn't ugly at all: it's a triumph of beautiful design.See the full content of this document
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In Praise of ... Cigarette Packets.
My favourite packet has always been Marlboro wi...
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