Pigs, I so agree. It's everywhere. My kids say "Eww, what's that stink?" and it positively reeks out of some houses / people / parents. I know Skunk when I smell it, which I do with increasing frequency. Probably a lot more harmful and offensive than the odd fag.
Offside, I remember literally stalking an old man round Liverpool Street station once because he smelled of my grandad's cherry tobacco, and I missed him. I ended up speaking to him, and it turned out he had been in the Fourth Army at the same time. He was selling Poppies. We had a great chat. Smell is so evocative. Suddenly he WAS my grandad, at Monte Cassino, and he got a massive donation and i felt better. It turned out they had probably even met.
Years back, when I was a consultant and not ateacher, the only way to meet sane people was to smoke on the fire esacpe / doorway.
I know it's easy to romanticise it, but smell, time, place, were / are so important, and this sort of division emphasises it. All my elderly male relatives were smoke of varying types and either mints, booze, or allotment smells. My mum and all females were smoke and varying perfume.
The cinemas were popcorn and fags.
Pubs smell a bit of wee now. And the better ones, that don't, have no character or are now "eateries". I mourn pubs. I might be mourning the me that could go to pubs, mind, i'm not sure. Now i'm 43 and knackered.