My go to lighters now. I jumped on the St Dupont band wagon once. Now they are draw queens. Reminds me of high school. Guy named Phil Tar. Everyone else had the painted up, flashed out hot rods. And then there was Phil. Grey primer 69 Camaro. No back seat. Steel wheels. Dents about everywhere. But, there's always a but, never lost a race. Ever. Taught me a lot about function over form. But I'm pretty! Yea? So what?