Maybe not on topic, but I would like to share this. I was waiting behind a , shall we say, big lady to book in at the airport. The guy behind the counter took her luggage and then, looking her in the eye, said : “You are grossly overweight, lady”. Her reply stunned the guy. She said: “I know sir and I’ve tried every diet in the book but, to no avail”. He did not say another word, handed back her ticket and called: “next please”
Am going to England later this month. Will be interesting to see how security at Stanstead will deal with my little terror-box full of terror-powder :o)
If you take one of the beautiful wood boxes from Patrick or Georg I wonder how they will know you have anything. Just leave in your coat pocket and walk normally…wood doesn’t show up on metal detectors!
Because of the difference in humidity and temperature, I usually take snuff boxes of silver with me when traveling. England, however, is almost the same as Denmark. I usually just put the box for scanning, I never had a serious problem with the security. He - nah, my Patrick’s box lasts 8 hours at work, and that’s that 
I have a couple of older Swedish wooden boxes, that I sometimes put on the table for the evening.
The Sharrow box and the German box together is plenty of snuff for me for a week long trip if I’m mellow. That’s around 25 grams.
> Yeah but I don’t think that would be enough snuff for any kind of extended stay. You don’t need to carry on a lifetime supply. Carry enough for the trip in a wooden box and pack the rest in your luggage. > Also I think most of the people here kind of want to flaunt it in front of The Man. This is the perfect chance for them to do so. Ah yes, now I understand why the amount was never really the question!
I had a similar experience to lohanette but at Wembley at a recent dreadful England ‘friendly’ football match. I was stopped at the gate searched and asked to explain myself, ‘What’s this?’ Looking at me as if I’m a coke addict… I said, ‘exactly what it says on the tin, it’s Hedges Snuff!’ ‘What’s snuff?’ the spotty youth moonlighting as a security guard replied. I then handed him my business card… He still went and got a supervisor, who then went and got a police officer. All three left with my card!
I’ve been ok so far, I tend to get searched whenever I go through any form of security check as apparently I look like someone who would carry drugs or weapons around (I must do because it happens every motherf&%$ing time), but a quick explanation has always sorted it.
Ha ha of course a security guard in Stanstead flipped out over my snuff box and I had to do a lot of explaning. “Snuff?” he asked me, and gave me a really dumb, blank stare! Then an older colleague came to, and he fortunately knew what it was. “Snuff?” he said again, this time to the older security guard, who replied “Snuff!” and I was allowed to go through. Thank God I didn’t miss my obligatory 3 pints of Abbot Ale in the Pub before take off with a huge pinch of Royal George
3 pints of abbot and pinch of royal george; the civilised way to fly.
Yes, it always does the job. Love airports