I'm pretty sure mom paid for my birth with these. She was a Pall Mall smoker too.
I switched to Copenhagen(30 years ago) when they wouldn't let me smoke around dynamite. (never spit, that's just disgusting)
It's amazing how the addiction works and how well I supplied myself over the years, I didn't really realize it till I forgot my stash when heading on an all day fishing trip.
I had my herb and oil, but the bait shop at the dock only had Marlboro (must of been years old) cause I smoked half, ate the other and must of looked like a crack head trying to get a buzz.
If anyone can cut back or quit I tip my hat. Good luck.