I never experienced relaxation or pleasure from hurriedly sucking down a cigarette. I only experienced a nicotine high with the first cigarette of the morning, never with any subsequent unless I waited three hours for the next. A nice cigar on the other hand, that always resulted in relaxation, but that had more to do with the environment which came with the territory: a stick, an easy chair, some Blues emanating from my eighties-vintage Infinity speakers, and a pour of GlenDronach went a long way toward taking the edge off even the worst of days.