There is old
There is gold
There is old gold
There is rolled old gold
There is bold
There is cold
There is bold and cold old gold
There is bold and cold, rolled old gold
Everything else is just a smoke
Old Gold cigarettes.
I tried cigarettes in college, but did not adopt the habit. My lungs were exposed to enough second-hand smoke that I have a chronic cough, but I can still breathe. My father smoked cigars and a pipe until he quit cold-turkey in his 60s. But that was too late. When he passed away at age 75, he had great difficulty breathing due to emphysema.