The Problem with Flavours
I must say that my newly adopted nic hit has been a success. The quantity and intervals have been gauged and my routine is well encamped. Nothing is perfect. I say this with no remorse but rather a plead for novelty. I think it is variety that I lack. When using fermented and powdered tobacco, I pleasured my sinuses with a plethora of aromatic concoctions. I recall with comfort the zest of certain recipes like "Swiss Chocolate" and "Raspberry". The thought of these tasty treats has a longing effect.
I recall the gradient of subtle flavours that nasal snuff offers me. The chronicle of sapor that whirls in my mind is seemingly endless. Then, I stumble out of my daydream and pop another chew bag. The aspiration for greater variety of essences is heartfelt. Not to say the hearty Norse offer us a traditional panoply of choices: spearmint, menthol, wintergreen and the like. What I crave for is the subtle taste of berries, the zesty piquant of allspice or burst of rum to accompany my usage.
Will this appeal fall on deaf ears? I prefer to think of a steady evolution of tobacco seasonings. Recipes that will provoke the variety of powdered tobacco to the practical of chew bags, this is where the future lies. I estimate the exponential growth of new aromas will be upon us momentarily, at least that is my wish. Little sacs of flavour to ameliorate my vice.