I love the smell of smoke.

I'll smell it in the air, or I'll smell it on someone, and want to be in that location- as close as possible for as long as possible- I just love the smell and it makes me feel comforted

well, a few years ago, I was standing idly by the railings and a man and woman were smoking nearby. it was nightime, but I could still smell the smoke on the night air- it was pure heaven, it was one of those moments to just cherish

well, the woman came over because she thought I was smelling her, not the smoke

she goes... excuse me, do I smell?. I notice you're smelling in my direction.

I'm like uh, no, you're fine. actually it's the smell of smoke I like.

and then she spoke with the guy for a while, then came back over and offered me one

of course, I said no

snoking is something I'll never do- despite liking the smell of it



I ended up walking away in to the night