At 16, on my first dig in Guatemala, we were engulfed by mosquitos at night. They worked their way through the netting over our hammocks. Guides and crew all huddled together smoking cigarettes around a fire hoping the smoke would alienate the creatures. My professor's husband (my track coach) always had a pipe in his mouth filled with SWR. As we sat shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh forming a scrum around the fire, he handed me a pipe, "Start puffing, maybe this will help keep the little *******s off." I puffed and puffed.
Mosquitos eventually moved on...and I moved on to drugstore pipes (Medico) and SWR and Sail (yellow). Hiding the pipe and tobacco wherever I could from my parents. It led to me still smoking SWR and too many pipes with a white dot on their stem, as I look back at 70 years.