After sessions in pre-ban days I hung out all my clothes on the washing line outside for an hour if it wasn't raining to get the fag smell out. While I was waiting, I'd drink a large mug of tea and hunt out the house supply of any available biscuits. I put all my harmonicas on a tray and put them outside, ditto. Failing that I had to wait until the next day. We are now far more civilised.