So your ten years old and see pops puffing away on his cigarette. You want to be just like him. You want to be the James Dean of the block, and want to look like him in every way. So you throw on your denim wash jacket and open a pack of your candy cigarettes and think you’re the talk of the town. You look so cool with that thing hanging out of your mouth, and you are puffing like it’s the real thing. Then all of a sudden your mom walks in and catches you. Busted. Not only are you reamed for smoking candy cigarettes, but are grounded for trying to impersonate dad. And then you get it from dad for getting him in trouble for sneaking a smoke when he told mom he quite. Ah the good old days.

Though they look just like the real thing, they taste a little chalkier than I remember. I used to munch away on the gum ones, and as bad as this sounds, could finish a pack a day. I somewhat remember I had some sort of satisfaction when I was done, but these have a hard candy substance that almost makes you want to smoke real cigarettes to get that taste out of your mouth. Though they were probably the reason I became a smoker in the first place nothing can replace the memory of me, puffing away like it was the real thing, next to dad, who unbeknown to me was about to be in the same trouble I was. And though they could have a little more flavor, it is  probably best they don’t. That way kids wont get the bright idea to start smoking at a younger age. So in short, good move by making them the chalky unsatisfying taste you have when you ???light??? one up.