Silver Dollar Raspberry - Nasal Snuff Review

PROLOGUE

Purchased? Patooey! The very word carries a sting. Don't they know who I am? I have my own NEWSLETTER, gentlepersons! Still I am forced to pay as if some sort of unwashed pedestrian.

"Take your filthy money." I say and flip the storekeeper his 30 pieces of fiat money.
"Thank you, come again." He says.
I wave off his distant insincerity with a flick of the wrist in a hand which holds my waving KAPLOWITZ schmatta/handkerchief. Of which you can purchase yer own -- tweet me @iamkap for details.

It's worthy of note that this relating of what actually happened is why I, as stated elsewhere and often, never seriously considered studying history in any real sense. I did, however, have to pay and it does still however, sting. Don't they know who I am?

I believe we shall continue, wounded and slighted as we may well be, to discuss --

THE NASAL SNUFF

Silver Dollar
Raspberry
Purchased (patooey): The Briar Shoppe

PRE-TAKE

Sharp then sweet raspberry notes are detected from the 5g tin. The tin itself is mainly plastic with a sticker smacked on it, thus carrying zero antiquated charm. Not even so much as an homage to snuffbox charm of a by-gone era. The label isn't even printed very well and the silver dollar capitalistic iconography, it blurs.

I shake an apple pit amount onto my thumbnail which is tucked into my forefinger with my hand in a fist as if shooting a marble. This is the Box Car Method. I much prefer it to sniffing off the back of your hand. Although snorting it out of a pinched thumb and forefinger is not without its rapscallion charms. Quite dramatic, too.

TAKE

Very light dose of medicated (menthol) aroma/feel which does find its way to your palate and tongue on even terms with the raspberry. Very cleansing, very pleasant and not requiring of investigation in terms of note-spotting ie: cigar and pipe smoking. Far less metaphorical reporting. Too, and however, the draw-back is less poetry. To be fair, not a lot rhymes with raspberry. Fine, perhaps a lot does.

Scent lasts at full to half strength for three minutes and the last 50% goes on for another five with occasional re-triggering. Mint cleanliness outlasts the raspberry sweetness, which ends as a nose-feel and not flavor in a fruit acid manner -- berry of course, not citrus. You'll know ya took snuff for another five minutes or so.

Ground finely into a dry powder, it takes nicely -- no tears, sneezing, or alien abductions. Although I can only completely prove two of those three statements as truth.

POST-TAKE

Here's another true statement: It's smooth and possessing only a mild nicotine buzz. Bearing in mind I smoke far more cigars than I do pipes. An ardent pipe-smoker might argue up to a -medium, but not beyond that with any success. There's a little throat tickle and/or sore patch at the end, end.

NOTES

Interesting, insofar as a somewhat rakish endeavor. In and of itself, quite pleasant, and the slight nicotine is not a mind-mottling affair but a nice bit of oomph. All told, it's over in short order and I feel as though I need something to do now. Which is exactly what snuff is good for.

Perhaps I'll go put a damsel in distress and twirl my handlebar mustache as I await the hero to come save her. Ya know what, I love this nasal snuff stuff -- or at very least its naughtiness and long history which I really should delve into. And will.

But not now.

FINAL GRADE

****B-****

EPILOGUE

I'm off to bed to dream vaudevillian silent movie dreams. I'm now gesturing my face to indicate to you mischief is afoot.