I find nicotine makes an excellent chill substance, and when delivered in the form of a flowery, even burning maduro, maybe with a Guiness or some rich, complex zinfindel, I just look up at the stars, marvel at what an insane world this is, and love every second of that nicotine and ethanol interacting with my primate molecules; then I wash my face, brush my teeth, and go cuddle in with the wife. Not a bad deal, for the time being anyway.