Yeah I must admit that despite what I thought, I can see snuff growing on me more so than cigars. Don't get me wrong, I like the odd one on occasion they just don't give me enough pleasure to spend big bucks on. All the good ones I have had were gifts. As for the snuff, that is all my EPS mentor's fault.
And yeah, count me out on the "what's up yer a$$" thread...no tobacco enema for me...
I know the feeling. First the cigars, then the pipes, then the snuff. Hopefully there are no other tobacco slopes we need to look out for, no tobacco enemas or anything we need to be trying, huh?
Chewing tobacco. I got a sample pack thrown in with a snuff order and tried it expecting to be as repulsed as I was when I last went down this particular road thirty years ago. Actually quite pleasant. A discreet pelletised thing rather than the bunch of vile (apple flavoured - VILE) leaves in a bag that I remembered.
Next up, a spitoon collection.
"Never keep up with the Joneses. Drag them down to your level." - Quentin Crisp
My grandpa smoked a pipe and chewed tobacco. I chewed tobacco when I was young, but not for more than twenty years now.
My grandpa grew up on a sustinance lifestyle farm. They were outside the "tobacco belt" but they grew a few acres of tobacco each year in hopes of some cash. He used to water-cure his own pipe tobacco, and make his own chew too.
He would air dry his tobacco leaves in the barn, then put it in a high cabinet in the kitchen (where it stayed warm and humid year-round) for a year. He would thin molassas with a strong flavored whiskey, like rye or burbon and thinly paint each leaf and stick 'em together and let 'em dry till barely pliable. Then he'd roll em into a "twist".
As for snuff, today is mostly High Dry Toast and Buck's Fizz.