she realized why the smell was so familiar. Her captor had smoked the same brand. “What kind of cigarettes do you smoke?” she asked. “What’s that?” “Cigarettes.” Confused, he fumbled inside his leather vest and pulled out a crushed white pack of smokes, holding them up for her to see. “Whatever’s on sale. These are the ones I get the most.” Brand X. That’s what they were actually called. Brand X.
