I ran my Ozona through the wash

Now it is no longer dry. I got hooked by a roomate who, when first moved in, held up the container and, with a wry look, said, “This is for the ladies.”

I had, of course, heard of snuff. That was the stuff Napoleon snorted in the Bugs Bunny cartoon. I had also seen it in person–once. And I can assure, that one of my favorite things in the world is not a wake-n-bake w/ a snort of Ozona Menthol & Fruit Raspberry Snuff followed by a big breakfast. I would not recommend that as a great way for a college student to start a day, especially in graduate school. I also strongly advise against living kiddy-corner of a good, small local bar that has Guinness on tap; having only extra-large rolling papers in your apartment in case stoners drop by and are subliminally forced to roll fatties; and reading philosophy on acid. All things that I have never done and would strongly recommend no one ever do.

After not living w/ that roomate for a few years, I noticed a tobacconist in Eugene, Oregon, so I went in and sure enough, I saw what I pined for. That was in '98. For six years or so I have nursed this fine tin of Ozona Menthol & Fruit Raspberry Snuff–a snort here, a snort there, and then promptly loosing the thing and forgetting about it for several months, only to have it re-appear as a little reminder of one of the few things in life that really is worth living for. It is one of those little pleasures that really make a big difference, like a good back-scratch, a Diet Coke from McDonalds, or a well-made gyro. These things I will recommend.

Well, I accidently put my Ozona Menthol & Fruit Raspberry Snuff through the wash. I must have had it in a shirt pocket.

So I have searched the internet and it turns out that the good people at Ozona have come out with an Ozona Fresh & Fruity Cherry Snuff, and that Silverstone has an Orange Snuff. So, the way I figure it, I will be able to drop a ten-spot at the tobacconist and have my snuff needs satisfied for the next eighteen years at the very least, absent a washing-machine disaster, of course.