It is rare that I do not like a snuff. I usually find something about it that I love, which sends me on a sentimental journey through my fading memories. Having gone through the whole sampler box of the JNF Indian Rustica assorted pack, I have liked nearly all of them, except this one. Every litter has a runt and “Ace” assumes this role. Upon opening the tin, I was assaulted by the smell of bad aftershave, Windex and toilet-spay potpourri. At uptake, the sour burn dissipated into more of the same. It reminded me of the smell of waking-up next to a girl picked-up at last call. In like fashion, it gave me a headache. In my fantasy world, there is no doubt that Leisure Suit Larry carries a tin of the appropriately named “Ace” in his pocket as he works his way through the land of the Lounge Lizards. On a positive note, it sports a bouncer’s hit of nicotine.

I have also found that many of the nocturnal ladies are fascinated by snuff until they find out it is merely scented tobacco and nothing more exotic.