K-Red
K-Red is like a fancy Camel that got kicked out of the cool kid table in 1936. It came back in '96 like it had a grudge.
My grandpa smoked K-Reds so much, his teeth looked like they were dipped in ash and regret.
K-Reds came back like a broke-down truck with a hangover.
I tried K-Reds once. Now my lungs sound like a subway station at rush hour.