My father smoked a pipe, but not very much. My mother smoked about one cigarette a week.

Working in a second-hand bookshop I get to see some horrors. We had a house clearance not long ago of books that had belonged to a very well known writer of really sweet books for young children. The processing room stank like an ashtray the whole time we had them on the premises. There were whole shelves of books with spines tanned brown, books with cigarette burns on inside pages, and boobytrap books that looked fine from the outside but hit you in the face with tobacco pong the moment you opened them. Hardly any of the clearance was saleable.

That said, I'd rather deal with tobacco pong than vape fumes any day.