Those little white nicotine pouches have solved my nicotine access issues while flying. I still hate that most airports completely did away with smoking areas though. I don’t smoke, but I vape. It’s pretty fucked up to put someone into an area that takes 4 hours to get into, and then not provide an area for their basic needs. Yes, I know nicotine isn’t an actual need, but it’s an addiction, and it feels like a need when you’re addicted.
I prefer the white pouches because they don’t require spitting, and they don’t mess up your teeth. But I used to use the snus back when I was a smoker, before these little pouches popped up everywhere.
Snus, at least in the USA, is those white pouches that you don’t have to spit. The ones you spit are called Dip. The ones where you spit a gallon are called Chew.
I was thinking “snuff”, even though you and I both said “snus”. Thanks for clarifying. Now I know what those white packets are called. My friends and I have always used “chew” and “snuff” interchangeably and for the stuff where you spit a gallon we’ve called it either leaf, or loose leaf chew.
Ah, I remember snuff. I don’t dip too often but when I do it’s coperhagen long cut. Bought that Copenhagen snuff by mistake like 20 years ago and I think I still have it in my teeth. I genuinely do not know why anyone uses that stuff.
Snuff used to be named for the stuff people used to use (like Napoleon) and they would snort it. Lots of elegant Snuff boxes out there.
I found a jar of that once in a little convenience shop way up in the Sierra Nevada mountains. It was made by Levi Garrett & Sons, was in a brown jar, had an old timey label on it, and a cork in the top. For years afterwards my friends and I would pull it out when we got drunk enough and snort it. It was crazy strong. It would mess you up real good. Idk what ever happened to it. It kind of just vanished without me noticing.
Edit: “I think I still have it in my teeth” lol. Isn’t that the truth? I preferred the long cut too. But my friends who were “real men” all preferred the short cut because I guess it proves you’re a badass.
That’s an interesting story about the real snuff. I’ve never seen it before nor have I ever seen it for sale. I’m very curious and would probably try it if I did. I’m sure it would be instant regret.
I went to college in southern Virginia so I heard all about how long cut was “pussy shit”
I don’t know what to say - the fine cut stuff just gets into your gums and it’s nasty. Not to mention when you try to pack a lip half of it falls on the floor.
Isn’t it weird how the culture of manly evolved around things that are quite often subjectively worse?
I actually liked Redman. I used to work as a horse wrangler over the summer, and I always felt like such a cowboy, riding a horse and chewing Redman. I normally smoked cigarettes, but smoking and horseback riding through a dry forest don’t mix all that well, and of course there was all the romanticized cowboy history revolving around chewing, so I kept a packet of that on me whenever I knew I’d be riding.
Those little white nicotine pouches have solved my nicotine access issues while flying. I still hate that most airports completely did away with smoking areas though. I don’t smoke, but I vape. It’s pretty fucked up to put someone into an area that takes 4 hours to get into, and then not provide an area for their basic needs. Yes, I know nicotine isn’t an actual need, but it’s an addiction, and it feels like a need when you’re addicted.
Snuss. I’m about to board a plane in 14 hours and I have several cans ready. I’m a vaper too.
I prefer the white pouches because they don’t require spitting, and they don’t mess up your teeth. But I used to use the snus back when I was a smoker, before these little pouches popped up everywhere.
Snus, at least in the USA, is those white pouches that you don’t have to spit. The ones you spit are called Dip. The ones where you spit a gallon are called Chew.
I was thinking “snuff”, even though you and I both said “snus”. Thanks for clarifying. Now I know what those white packets are called. My friends and I have always used “chew” and “snuff” interchangeably and for the stuff where you spit a gallon we’ve called it either leaf, or loose leaf chew.
Ah, I remember snuff. I don’t dip too often but when I do it’s coperhagen long cut. Bought that Copenhagen snuff by mistake like 20 years ago and I think I still have it in my teeth. I genuinely do not know why anyone uses that stuff.
Snuff used to be named for the stuff people used to use (like Napoleon) and they would snort it. Lots of elegant Snuff boxes out there.
I found a jar of that once in a little convenience shop way up in the Sierra Nevada mountains. It was made by Levi Garrett & Sons, was in a brown jar, had an old timey label on it, and a cork in the top. For years afterwards my friends and I would pull it out when we got drunk enough and snort it. It was crazy strong. It would mess you up real good. Idk what ever happened to it. It kind of just vanished without me noticing.
Edit: “I think I still have it in my teeth” lol. Isn’t that the truth? I preferred the long cut too. But my friends who were “real men” all preferred the short cut because I guess it proves you’re a badass.
That’s an interesting story about the real snuff. I’ve never seen it before nor have I ever seen it for sale. I’m very curious and would probably try it if I did. I’m sure it would be instant regret.
I went to college in southern Virginia so I heard all about how long cut was “pussy shit”
I don’t know what to say - the fine cut stuff just gets into your gums and it’s nasty. Not to mention when you try to pack a lip half of it falls on the floor.
I’d honestly rather do redman than snuff lol
Isn’t it weird how the culture of manly evolved around things that are quite often subjectively worse?
I actually liked Redman. I used to work as a horse wrangler over the summer, and I always felt like such a cowboy, riding a horse and chewing Redman. I normally smoked cigarettes, but smoking and horseback riding through a dry forest don’t mix all that well, and of course there was all the romanticized cowboy history revolving around chewing, so I kept a packet of that on me whenever I knew I’d be riding.