vesuvian

So saying he flung the match box on the table and taking his own box of vesuvians out of his pocket, lighted the lamp.

It was Bill who used to shriek after me, “Box o’ lyats,” and would not believe that I never smoked and had no use for the cascarilla scented vesuvians.

He handed his box of vesuvians, and it was taken in a snatchy way.

Pratt started, flushed angrily, and brushed the vesuvian from his coat, but not until it had burned there a round black spot.

“Only going to have a pipe,” he said, striking a vesuvian and holding it to the bowl; “a fellow can’t get on without his weed.”