My story of disturbing happenings in Mexico earlier had me thinking about those crazy cigarettes we used to smoke back then on our beach. These are they. Faros. Mexico’s oldest brand, unfiltered, very strong, very cheap and famous for being rough as arseholes. In fact they’re so rough the tobacco is wrapped in sweetened rice paper. So they weren’t actually rough. They were bloody delicious.

Happy days.

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