Some time ago I was running lights for a production of Dave Mamet's American Buffalo. Being a Mamet play, full of low-life characters, the director decided that the characters should all smoke. As most of the cast (and it was only three people...) did not smoke, we started purchasing Ecstacy Cigarettes.

And sure enough, they smelled like weed. After one of the performances, a security guard showed up and said "Damn, you kids havin' some fun, shit smells like I was back in Brooklyn". We showed him the pack, gave him one, and after some time he was convinced.

But indeed, these seem pretty pointless. I was quite entertained, though, by the fact that the final three ingredients in the list were (if I recall correctly) "Mint, love, and light."