Very much a love hate relationship. Smoked lightly from 14 - 16 then heavily from 16 - 18. When I transferred this year from a college where I had one of the worst years of my life I decided it was time to lose the butts as well. The day before visiting the school I currently attend I threw my pack out the window on the way home from work and was done with them. Now the smell is appalling and I can't help but associate them with that awful year. It will be six months free of them this sunday ! Oh and the only thing I miss about them is the great conversations I used to have over them and the ability to chat with any other smoker and almost immediately bond. But never the less glad to be free of them.