My grandmother used to smoke tobacco. When it was just her and I left in the house, she'd always make me take a sip. Then she'd wrap a rope around her stomach. Helps with her stomach aches, she'd always say. She'd proceed to the altar and recite lengthy prayers. She'd kiss the feet of the figures, call out each name in the family and says well wishes for each and every one.
I'd always go to bed thinking how boring her routine was but how cool it would be to go to bed with tobacco breath.