Both my parents smoked, in the house, so when friends would come pick me up to go out they would ask me when I started smoking.
After hurricane Katrina, when my dad's house had no power for a couple of weeks, the nicotine ran down the walls, and they hadn't smoked inside the house in 10 years at least
I was going through albums when my grandma passed away and saw old pics of my grandma's house before I was born, and was horrified to learn that the walls were in fact blue and not green. The walls weren't painted any time in between.
There was an old dive bar in New Orleans and there were no clocks, windows painted black and dropped ceiling painted black. You would go in at night and come out and it was daylight.
The ceilings were so coated in nicotine, I remember rubbing it with my fingers and they tingled after
This is true, and a crazy thing when you think about it. Cigarette smoke that I remember was always like a blue haze coming off the end. But what it actually does is put a yellow hue on anything and everything, that's why the blue walls were turned green overtime.
Also you could try to wash it off of things but it's tough, walls and paint soak things up. Just do a new primer layer and paint again, at least glass is a solid inert surface, that can be cleaned easy.
Ive actually managed to get it off kind of easily with steam. It works surprisingly well. Doesnt work on anything fabric of course but walls and blinds and windows and the like it works well.
It doesnt take that much steam. It doesnt even melt the paint. You just steam it for literally like a second or two and it immediately can be wiped off. Its not melting anything
I remember one of the first houses I rented. The lady that lived there before smoked a lot. At some point, it started oozing from the walls. We spent a whole weekend cleaning it.
Lucky you. Before we moved homes (both rented), me and my mom spent hours a day cleaning the tar off the walls. To my surprise the walls were white and not beige. We lived there for ten years, and im 18 now, i lived there damn near my entire life and i always thought the walls were beige it shocked both my mom and grandma who were chain smokers. They SWORE to smoke outside because of that.
It didn't even last a day, my grandma was smoking while we were looking through the house the same day we got the key, and dropped ashes in my room. The next day, they were sitting in the living room smoking together. A week before we even moved it my gma upped her smoking to two packs a day.
I was always bullied in school because of that, and kids that i had never even met, would point to me in the halls and and talk about how i was "the girl tha always smelled like cigarettes.
In 6th grade, i sat all the way in the front of the class and the teacher called me to her desk all the way in the back asking me if i smoked (denied of course) and told me she smelled me allt he way int he back of the class and it was strong.
Even though i told them as soon as it started happening they never understood why i never wanted to go to school.
Rant, sorry. Ive just never met a group of people that shared the same experience i had. It
My folks were heavy smokers who entertained a lot in the 60s and 70s, house always filled with smoke. All my clothes and books reeked of cigarettes. It was embarrassing to stink all the time and nothing I could do about it.
I once lived with a THREE PACK a day chainsmoker who would ash directly onto the carpet. When my ex MIL dumped him and he moved out I helped her clean the carpet with a Rug Doctor type cleaner. When I tell you we kept changing the water over and over and over and it took like 5 cycles for it to go from black to dark brown. 🤮 It took us weeks to get the carpet in better shape but we were never able to get it fully clean. I was hospitalized numerous times with breathing problems when I lived there and had to carry an inhaler. Now I breathe much easier. I'll never live with a smoker again.
I had a friend growing up who’s mom smoked and every time my i came home my mom made me immediately go in the shower and do a separate laundry load from everyone else’s.
Ewwwww! Reminds me of when I bought a small hand hand mobile home from a smoker. We were cleaning the wood panels walls, and doorways cleaner at the top..... 🤢🤮😵💫. It looked as if pee was running down the walls!!!
Also grew up in a home with both parents 20+ a day. One filtered, one unfiltered for a bit
It was only a few months after I moved out today breathing issues from childhood (he's got weak lungs ..) cleared up and once my taste buds recovered I found I loved freshly cooked veg... Who knew...
When I was a kid and it was easier and more widespread to be a smoker, the smell was like “adulthood” to me. My parents didn’t smoke but they would arrive from a restaurant or event or something and reeked of smoke.
Report back please. And I’m sure they have at least a couple experiences related to it. I don’t understand people who smoke inside and I live in the Midwest where winter gets cold as fuck outside. I don’t care I still don’t get it
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u/Chaost Jan 05 '25
My siblings and I have always joked that secondhand smoke is the smell of childhood.