‘No woman should marry a teetotaller, or a man who does not
smoke.’
R. L. Stevenson Virginibus Puerisque
There once was a time when there were people who objected to
smoking. As august a figure as King James I of England (and VI of Scotland)
published a pamphlet in 1604 called A Counterblaste to Tobacco, in which he
concluded that smoking is: -
A custome lothsome to the eye, hatefull to the Nose,
harmefull to the braine, dangerous to the Lungs, and in the blacke stinking
fume thereof, neerest resembling the horrible Stigian smoke of the pit that is
bottomelesse.
King James' other works included his condemnation of witchcraft in his 1597 book Daemonologie. King James is known as 'the wisest fool in Christendom.'
I’m pleased to say that in the intervening centuries a more
reasonable attitude has prevailed. In 1954 A H Dunhill published his splendid
The Gentle Art of Smoking (here is a scan of the cover from my copy). Mine is a
tatty, ex-library copy, but copies in good condition, with the dust-jacket,
sell for silly money these days.
In it he describes how tobacco first came from the Americas
to Europe, how the habit of smoking the dried and cured leaves at first became
popular and then declined as the use of snuff increased, and how a revival
occurred during the Napoleonic Wars. He goes on to examine the increase in the
smoking of the cigarette, starting during the Crimean War, and how about
one-eighth of all tobacco used was made into cigarettes in 1908, which, by
1954, had risen to four-fifths. He writes: -
Today most of the conventional bans on smoking have been
relaxed, but there are still a few places and occasions in which pipe-smoking
is discouraged although cigars and cigarettes are allowed. Anomalies such as
these, which usually have their explanation linked to the Victorian past, still
survive.
The best book on the subject however is, in my opinion, G
Cabrera Infante’s Holy Smoke, from 1985. Cabrera writes wonderfully and wittily
about the history of the cigar (he was a Cuban exile), scattering puns, jokes
and allusions through his prose like so many discarded butts. Even his
dedication – To my father who at the age of 84 doesn’t smoke yet – is marvellous.
A more workmanlike volume is the Cigar Handbook, by Marvin R Shanken. He is
the editor of Cigar Aficionado magazine, which from humble beginnings went on to gain a
circulation of 400,000. It contains information on smoking, choosing and storing
cigars, but the majority of the book is given over to descriptions of the main
brands available.
Here are pictures of some of my tobacciana. This is a Swan brand rolling-tobacco tin.
The lid is both printed and embossed. If I remember correctly, you had to send in a
certain number of empty Swan cigarette paper packets and you received one of
these in return. I used to use it daily, but decided it was too nice to risk,
so stopped.
An older tin is this King’s Head tobacco brand, again with
an embossed lid. As with all these tins, I’ve picked them up over the years,
but can’t remember where or when. Tobacco tins were (are) brilliant. When they
are empty they are just the job for keeping other things in. A whole nation of
garden sheds are packed with tobacco tins full of nails, screws, seeds and
heaven knows what else.
This oval tin is for W O Larsen's pipe tobacco. I like the
maritime theme on the lid, but then again, I would.
Here is a combined matchbox holder and ashtray. It’s Indian
brass, probably Edwardian.
Portable matchholders were called Vesta cases, Vesta was the
Roman goddess of the hearth. You put your matches in them, hung them on one end
of your watch chain, popped them in your waistcoat pocket, and struck the match
on the serrated base when you wanted a light. This one is Victorian / Edwardian
in base metal.
The matchbook case is another covering, slimmer than a Vesta
case, easily slipped in the pocket. This one is pressed metal, probably from
the 50s, and matches this
A cigarette case, likely from the 50s too. It’s engraved DH,
because it belonged to my father, Derek. I can remember him rolling his
cigarettes with a machine and filling this case in the evenings – and if I was
a good boy, I was allowed to do it for him. Happy days.
Similarly, a leather cigar case, used to carry loose cigars
in your pocket without breaking them. I went through a phase of cigar smoking,
and still enjoy one now and then, and this was my daily case. As Kipling said,
“A woman is just a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.”
Lastly, a pair of matching Art Deco snuff boxes. The lids
are engraved with a sun-burst motif. I’ve never been an enthusiastic snuff
taker, although I’ve tried it off and on, but I used to carry one of these as a
portable ashtray.
I have smoked Gauloises Original caporal tobacco for many
years, with Swan Liquorice papers, hand-rolled. And, just because I like it, here is a picture of some nuns
having a fag.
Holy smoke.
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