Just a few weeks back I began my adventure in snuff taking after reading the Philip K. Dick novel, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, in which a couple of main characters partake of the dusty stuff. I went out and bought myself a small can of Honey Bee snuff and enjoyed that until my order of various snuffs arrived from Snuffstore in Belfast, N. Ireland. I’m still enjoying the Honey Bee along with several of the varieties that came in my first and only order. The snuffs I didn’t like so much were traded and the snuffs I got in exchange were similarly scrutinized and culled until I now have 16 snuffs that I enjoy. Some of them I use only once a day at specific times. For example, WoS Lavender before I take my bath. It really opens up my sinuses and gives me a relaxed gentle feeling as I soak in the hot water. After my bath I love the clean powdery freshness of F&T Morlaix in my nose. I enjoy Toque Rose in my nose a few minutes before I enjoy my pipe while I read (currently - The Body Snatchers by Jack Finney) and listen to classical music outside (under the stars at night is best!). I enjoy many snuffs throughout the day: Toque Whisky & Honey, Wos Morlaix (perhaps my favorite of them all so far), F&T High Dry Toast, Toque Natural Toast & WoS Strasbourg to name a few. However, I began to notice that sometimes I would grab a favorite tin, open it, spoon out a portion to each nostril and walk away feeling as though the snuff had let me down. Then it dawned on me a day or two ago that I was letting my mind select the snuff and I wasn’t consulting my nose. So, when I was ready for some snuff I began to open each tin in turn and bring it under my nose and gently inhale the fragrances that linger there just above the dusty stuff. Immediately my nose would talk to me and tell me if the snuff before it was wanted or not. If the nose particularly desired a snuff at a given time it wouldn’t talk at all, it would SING OUT LOUD in a most beautiful but silent operatic voice in my mind for the snuff held gingerly and lovingly in the hand beneath it. Each time I listened to my nose I was given a wonderful snuff experience. I will continue to do this as long as I enjoy snuff and I suggest you do so as well. Trust me on this. The nose knows!
I have snuffs I like, some I dislike, and a lot I feel apathetic towards. What about snuffs where the backdrip is appaling?
@Grant - Poetic my dear fellow… I like it 
There’s a therapeutic technique called ‘reverse therapy’ that basically involves listening more to what ‘body mind’ is trying to convey to you via a ‘symptom message’ I like this idea of letting the snuff sing to you and that determining the correct choice – A good life strategy all round that. Mind you, as Oscar Wilde said “Moderation in all things including excess” 
Careful bohica has a lovely chocolate scent. My nose says YES, my nose is blind it can’t read!