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Last of the nice days today, so we snuck in another field trip (Sissinghurst, old favorite). We stopped at a convenience store on the way to buy some sammiches, and Uncle B bought me a packet of these (see picture). And I’m, like, “whoa, dude…do you recognize these? They’re candy cigarettes!” Rebranded “candy sticks” for a different age.

Uncle B could do that one better. In his day, they sold Junior Smoking Kits — chocolate cigars, chocolate pipes, chocolate matches, chocolate ashtray and candy cigarettes. I managed to find a picture on this guy’s blog, from his visit to the Museum of Childhood in Edinburgh.

Mind, blown.

By the way, all you gotta do is have your picture taken with Spiderman at the circus one time…

p.s. Yes! It came with a Spiderman tattoo! I shall be the envy of the office tomorrow…


Comment from East Asia
Time: August 5, 2014, 9:57 pm

Where’s the not-so-flamelike red tip? Maybe it’s there i can’t tell in black and white.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 5, 2014, 10:02 pm

Oh, they got rid of the fake filter and the red tip (I’d forgotten the red tip). They’re just white sticks now.

Comment from East Asia
Time: August 5, 2014, 10:07 pm

I don’t remember filters. Of course, we we tough little kids, we didn’t need filters…. 😉

Comment from Anonymous
Time: August 5, 2014, 10:30 pm

Japan somehow has been slow to “Think Of The Children”.

Here’s some Children’s Beer .

Comment from QuasiModo
Time: August 5, 2014, 10:45 pm

We used to have Popeye cigarettes with the red tips…no filters though…people weren’t so neurotic back then.

You could get a bag of chips for 5 cents…

Comment from David Gillies
Time: August 5, 2014, 10:52 pm

Similarly un-PC: black baby licorice chews, which persisted at least until the end of the 70’s. Ah, it was a happier, more innocent, racist time.

Comment from Feynmangroupie
Time: August 5, 2014, 11:06 pm

Remember when toys and games were all about pretending to be grown-up, and pretending to have adult responsibilities?

I’m starting to wonder if maybe Western civilization started going down the toilet when we insisted that the chiiiilllldreeen must be allowed to frolic and play and be free to be adorable little parasites until they moved out, without want or care.

I say this as a person who had some kind of job by the age of 10 and that doesn’t include chores.

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: August 5, 2014, 11:16 pm

Re: filters. I’m thinking of bubblegum cigarettes. They had paper wrappers with fake filters and bogus lettering, just like real cigarettes. Remember?

Comment from Uncle Badger
Time: August 6, 2014, 12:11 am

That’s a really interesting observation, Feynmangroupie. We used to dress children like miniature adults, too,and expect them to quickly learn adult codes.

I think you are on to something about this perpetual infantilisation. In the UK it means increasing numbers remain at home, spend their money on ‘lifestyle’ products then bleat that they can’t afford homes of their own.

Oh, and BTW, Her Stoatliness really did glue that Spiderman tattoo to her front leg.

I fully expect her to get fired in the morning 😉

Comment from Deborah
Time: August 6, 2014, 12:22 am

Junior Smoking Kit. That’s hysterical. There was one kind of candy cigarettes with powdered sugar in the end so when you gently blew through the filtered tip end, the powdered sugar would puff out like smoke. Did you ever mix cocoa powder and sugar together, and pack it in an old tin snuff can? My darling cousins did this all the time—boys, of course (oh heavens, how I adored them). Just a pinch inside the lower gum, and then spit convincingly! I don’t remember black baby licorice, but I remember Scottie dog licorice bites.

East Asia—you really made me laugh 🙂

Comment from mojo
Time: August 6, 2014, 12:26 am

Ah, the carefree days of youth, with a deck of candy cigarettes rolled up in the sleeve of your t-shirt…

Comment from mojo
Time: August 6, 2014, 12:28 am

PS: Glow-in-the-dark? Cool!

Comment from Feynmangroupie
Time: August 6, 2014, 12:49 am

I remember the candy cigarettes tasted like crap and the bubblegum cigars were of the same ilk as Bazooka Joe . I was never a candy fan.

It was chocolate all the way for me.

Regarding Stoaty’s tat…pics or it didn’t happen!!!!!!!!!!!!

Comment from surly ermine
Time: August 6, 2014, 2:07 am

I had some awesome toy guns growing up. Removable clips that held strips of plastic caps. Very realistic, no orange plug either. I turned out messed up… not because of that though.

Comment from Stark Dickflüssig
Time: August 6, 2014, 2:22 am

Comment from Feynmangroupie
Time: August 5, 2014, 11:06 pm

Remember when toys and games were all about pretending to be grown-up, and pretending to have adult responsibilities?

Now-a-days adults play shoot-’em-up video games & buy $40,000 toys. I’m pretty sure there’s no pattern here.

Comment from Bob Mulroy
Time: August 6, 2014, 3:10 am

I remember when candy cigs had a red tip and came in boxes very similar to popular brands.

Comment from JuliaM
Time: August 6, 2014, 8:58 am

I used to love the sweet ‘tobacco’ you could get – shreded dessicated coconut dyed brown.

Comment from AltBBrown
Time: August 6, 2014, 12:50 pm

“Oh, and BTW, Her Stoatliness really did glue that Spiderman tattoo to her front leg.”
Would that be equivalent to a forearm on a human?

Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: August 6, 2014, 1:30 pm

The candy cigs I remember came in a box that looked like a flip-top box. They were thin little cylinders of chocolate slid into a white paper tube, so that they looked almost exactly like a Camel! (The tobacco product from R. J. Reynolds, I mean, not the Bedouins’ “ship of the desert.”)

Considering that my mother smoked Pall Malls, my boyhood heroes like James Bond and Ellery Queen smoked, Dick van Dyke did TV spots for Kents, and these candy cigs were everywhere, it’s amazing that I never became a nicotine fiend.

And yes, many of our toys were modeled on adult things and concerning adult responsibilities. My dad asked me once, in total puzzlement, “Why do you want to grow up so fast?” I had no answer for him then, but I would now: “Privileges and rights!

Comment from East Asia
Time: August 6, 2014, 1:59 pm

Stoatie, omg, bubblegum cigars!! I had totally and completely forgotten about those things for what, 50 years? Then you mention em and there’s the memory back complete.

Where do memories go when you forget em? Where do they come from when you remember?

Comment from Nina
Time: August 6, 2014, 3:35 pm

My dad smoked Pall Malls, too, but the candy versions were so vile I really didn’t eat them much. If I had candy money, I went for the chocolate, too.

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