I began smoking outside when my wife became pregnant, almost four and a half years ago. Before that smoking was "house rules." I enjoy the outdoors but I hate needing to be outside to smoke. Everything about it is an inconvenience. Switching from one uncomfortable location to the next. A wealth of rich detail and subtlety in your tobaccos that you never experience because the wind instantly dissipates it. We now have an enclosed varanda, hidden from view, where no one either knows or cares that I smoke and it is my refuge and the balm of my weary days. If it had a toilet I'd never leave.