Customer Reviews
It is rare that I do not like a snuff. I usually find something about it that I love, which sends me on a sentimental journey through my fading memories. Having gone through the whole sampler box of the JNF Indian Rustica assorted pack, I have liked nearly all of them, except this one. Every litter has a runt and “Ace” assumes this role. Upon opening the tin, I was assaulted by the smell of bad aftershave, Windex and toilet-spay potpourri. At uptake, the sour burn dissipated into more of the same. It reminded me of the smell of waking-up next to a girl picked-up at last call. In like fashion, it gave me a headache. In my fantasy world, there is no doubt that Leisure Suit Larry carries a tin of the appropriately named “Ace” in his pocket as he works his way through the land of the Lounge Lizards. On a positive note, it sports a bouncer’s hit of nicotine.
It is rare that I do not like a snuff. I usually find something about it that I love, which sends me on a sentimental journey through my fading memories. Having gone through the whole sampler box of the JNF Indian Rustica assorted pack, I have liked nearly all of them, except this one. Every litter has a runt and “Ace” assumes this role. Upon opening the tin, I was assaulted by the smell of bad aftershave, Windex and toilet-spay potpourri. At uptake, the sour burn dissipated into more of the same. It reminded me of the smell of waking-up next to a girl picked-up at last call. In like fashion, it gave me a headache. In my fantasy world, there is no doubt that Leisure Suit Larry carries a tin of the appropriately named “Ace” in his pocket as he works his way through the land of the Lounge Lizards. On a positive note, it sports a bouncer’s hit of nicotine.
It is rare that I do not like a snuff. I usually find something about it that I love, which sends me on a sentimental journey through my fading memories. Having gone through the whole sampler box of the JNF Indian Rustica assorted pack, I have liked nearly all of them, except this one. Every litter has a runt and “Ace” assumes this role. Upon opening the tin, I was assaulted by the smell of bad aftershave, Windex and toilet-spay potpourri. At uptake, the sour burn dissipated into more of the same. It reminded me of the smell of waking-up next to a girl picked-up at last call. In like fashion, it gave me a headache. In my fantasy world, there is no doubt that Leisure Suit Larry carries a tin of the appropriately named “Ace” in his pocket as he works his way through the land of the Lounge Lizards. On a positive note, it sports a bouncer’s hit of nicotine.
It took a while to review this "Rustica Ace"(apricot) snuff My favorite flavor when done right. And I'm at the conclusion it's a board line crazy, beautiful progressive dumpster fire of changing maddening plethora of flavor's, With a withstanding apricot flavor running stark naked an raving mad to slickly dance before in all it's chaotic dumpster blazing flame's flickering light Glory.
It took a while to review this "Rustica Ace"(apricot) snuff My favorite flavor when done right. And I'm at the conclusion it's a board line crazy, beautiful progressive dumpster fire of changing maddening plethora of flavor's, With a withstanding apricot flavor running stark naked an raving mad to slickly dance before in all it's chaotic dumpster blazing flame's flickering light Glory.