I never smoked cigarettes. Oh, like all boys, I toyed with it, but the smoke made me sick and the smell today is offensive to me. I stopped before I started.
I have smoked a pipe since 1958. At one time, under great amounts of stress, I smoked a half-pound to a pound per week, every week. Not to mention cigars in between.
Now that I am in my dotage, I have cut way, way back. I have also learned the art of pacing. I can even smoke very strong tobaccos again, since I sip, and don't huff and puff.
I have found new love in my life of pipe smoking: and that is in the sweet and gentle practice of pacing myself, putting down the pipe when I feel myself puffing too hard, taking a time out to actually taste the tobacco and sniff the aroma in the air around me.
I smoke outside, never inside. And there are days when I don't smoke at all.
And this I have found true as Goethe said: True happiness springs from moderation.