American Spirit:
You just love the "rich, full-bodied" taste of this cig. Listening to Phish and playing hackey sack only seem to enhance the experience. So do lots of bong rips. Plus, since the tobacco has no additives, it's basically like vitamins or something.
Marlboro Reds:
Dude, you're just a badass. You drive a truck, rock out to "Freebird" and have an entire wardrobe of ripped jeans and plaid shirts. May also have a mullet.
Dunhill:
You appreciate quality, and you don't mind paying for it. You have a trust fund, so what's a couple of bucks here and there? Take a couple of puffs and wash it down with some perfectly chilled Cristal, or Dom Pérignon if you're slumming it.
Newports:
You smoke menthols, but you're not gay? Most likely from West Philly, then. Can be seen lurking outside of Wawa listening to Beanie Sigel on oversized headphones.
Virginia Slims:
You're 40-something, divorced (at least once), wear too much lipstick and have a chronic drinking problem. You already have a smoker's cough and a plethora of wrinkles. But you pretty much have nothing left to look forward to in life, so smoke up!
Parliaments:
Your meals probably consist of a baby carrot, one string cheese stick and a bottle of Evian. Followed by a couple lines of blow.
Cloves:
You're so hipster - a true individual who doesn't let The Man fuck with him. You can be seen wearing tight jeans, SB dunks or Chuck Taylors, a "vintage" t-shirt and American Apparel hoodie. You also have a weekly poetry gig at the local coffeehouse and are prone to not bathing regularly.
