Another lovely anachronism from the golden era of tobacco advertisement.
A refreshing air-conditioned cigarette. And all the weasel-words are there, along with the self-aggrandising and dubious claims, and the empty comparisons.
A refreshing air-conditioned cigarette. And all the weasel-words are there, along with the self-aggrandising and dubious claims, and the empty comparisons.
But it cannot be THAT delicious. C'mon, it doesn't taste like chicken!
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