Bad men want their women to be like cigarettes - slender and trim, all in a row to be selected at will, set aflame, and when the flame has subsided, discarded, only to select another.
The fastidious man wants his women to be like a cigar - they are more expensive, they make a better appearance, they last longer, for after all if the brand is good they are seldom discarded but still used to the end.
The good man wants his women to be like his pipe - something he becomes attached to, is patient and unhurried with, knows is worth taking his time over, only grows in worth with age and takes good care of always.
A man will give you a cigarette, offer you a cigar, but never shares his pipe.
Yes, I know it's an old picture but I haven't had any other reason to drag the tripod out.