We recently had an item presented for service that we affectionately named: "The Marlboro Man Turntable." It had decades of layered smoke and nicotine stains on everything so thick that it, literally, took Bug and Tar remover to get them off.
We often get into a discussion of the history of a (vintage) item when checked in, but in this case it was a quick in and out process. I was more than curious about the environment this turntable resided in for years, but was hesitant to ask the owner. When completed, I notified the owner. I few hours later, I heard his vehicle pull up behind the shop and went out to greet him. He opened the door of his truck and thick, billowing smoke exited the vehicle. Question answered.
I took a photo of the (before) turntable, printed out a next poster-sized copy and have it hanging on the wall in our shop. It was, truly, the most profound example of "second hand smoke" I've ever encountered.