Without a doubt snuff stopped me sufferering hayfever. Prior to discovering snuff again about five years ago (I had previously dabbled a bit in my 1970’s teenage years after a ‘what’s in those little blue tins’ discussion with a newsagent) my hayfever had been steadily getting worse. One summer, at a rehearsal with the blues band in which I was the singer, the rest of the guys asked me if I was referencing Chris Youlden’s style - check out ’ Savoy Brown She’s Got A Ring In His Nose And A Ring On Her Hand’ on Youtube and you’ll get the idea!
Sleeping was always difficult as, in spite of a conk of noble proportions it never worked very well daytime or nighttime, but in the summer it was even worse. Snuff cleared up all those problems, and my bedtime pinch of 6 Photo Kailash sends me off to zeddland without a sniffle.
That said, I can only cope with Indian menthols, the bucketload western snuff makers bung in generally brings back my pre-snuff days in an instant.