I have clear memories of this beautiful wooden box, full of fags, on the coffee table in the 1960s. My parents would send me to the NAAFI shop to get their packs of 200 Rothmans (each). Not a shop in the UK would sell 400 fags to a nine year old now-a-days ( I hope!)
This is now used to store odd earings, foreign coins, broken chains and a memory-stick (!?!). It is not loved, it's just there, and has been since early the 2000s. To bring out the pattern of the gorgeous walnut, I've cleaned and oiled it, and plonked it back to just be there, still full of useless stuff ( except that lost memory-stick)
Beautiful piece, photo, and memories! Nobody in this country calls them fags! That is reserved for another use, but I remember my father calling them out all the time. You have given me a wonderful memory today with this photo.
A beautiful look at this old wooden box. I like the patterns on the lid. Nice memories. 200 hundred cigarettes at a time. No wonder they had to be decanted into a cigarette box.
You’d have been older than 9 Jak; we went out to Cyprus in Jun 68, I was almost 8; I remember the packs of 200 and them being decanted into that box, didn’t know you were sent to get them 😜
I smoke an occasional cigar or cigarillo. About one a decade! But oh I love the smell of pipes and cigars. My Grandad smoked a pipe and it is such a nostalgic aroma. Cigarettes I tried but gave up, they were not fun! Love this beautiful case.
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Thank you all for liking my parents' cigarette box, it truly is a piece of craftmanship and I suppose it is now an antique.
You have given me an idea for all of the boxes, wooden & other i have collected.