I liked the chalky ones too. With the little powdery puff of smoke.
Smoking was strictly forbidden in my whole extended family, considered as evil, and the argument that they weren’t real cigarettes counted for nothing with my mother. She went with the biblical teaching “Abstain from all appearance of evil,” which covered a lot of territory.
But I liked the taste, the texture, and the sharp point it would come to after you sucked on it for a while. Then crunch, bit it in two and munched it down. So of course I simply did it when I thought my mother wasn’t looking.