Yoga is a great thing. I have taken a few classes, rubbed mats with some friends and teachers, observed the yoga culture from Seattle to Santa Monica to Guadalajara– all places I’ve lived and “practiced”. In Santa Monica I once witnessed an attractive, fit woman take her burnt orange mat up to her apartment balcony and light up a cigarrette. This was an interesting and, I thought, somewhat funny juxtaposition. Thus “Smoga—yoga for smokers" was born. Perhaps this is your opportunity to take your own smoga practice to a new level?