Rothman's King Size Filter Tipped

I've got an addictive personality, meaning it takes no time at all for me to get addicted to stuff – definitely not meaning people become addicted to my personality. In fact, quite the opposite is true, as these days once-close friends tend to avoid me like Mr. Samuel SARS (2003 counterpart to Typhoid Mary). I'm a good person, really.

That said, I walk a razor-thin tightrope as I continue my one-cigarette-a-day allowance. Whether this extra-light form of addiction gives my lungs 23 hours to scrub themselves clean each day is beyond my limited ken of cancer knowledge.

Regardless, when I tried quitting recently and found it tougher than I thought, I figured I might as well keep smoking the good stuff while still bound to my mortal coil. So when I walked into the area discount tobacco chain to find Dunhill Blues were out of stock, I hastily said yes when the clerk suggested Rothmans Blues instead.

The package is nice and clean and white and uses lots of good fontography which vaguely suggests a suburban '74, and you somehow wouldn't be surprised to initially open it to have a bunch of peppermint gum spill out. How do they smoke? They're good – kinda like Dunhills. Well, to be honest, I've only had one so far, but being true to my addictive nature, I had to write a review today before the jones kicked in.

I think I'll go have another one to rid myself of this headache, which is either originating from a perceived nicotine withdrawal, mobile phone overuse, caffeine addiction, or continued reading with the lights turned off. What can I say? I'm addicted to the tamest forms of rebellion as well.

Review by Javier Muggs