I'm anxious to try that 'shine. Don't let me down V2.
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For the love of Christ, bring this product to market posthaste. I don't care for clove cigarettes, myself (can't stand the damn things, smell or taste), but I've a friend whom I love dearly who is hooked on the damn things.
Since making the conversion from smoking to snus within the past couple of months (won't bore y'all with the details that are so remarkably similar to your own experiences, but I've been lurking anonymously for quite a spell), I've mentioned the wonders of Swedish (or Danish, or whatever) style tobacco to her on a few occasions, but I think sending her a tin (or, hell, a roll or ten) of this stuff might be that extra little "push" needed to get her off the lung-clogging life-shorteners.
V2, your mission, should you choose to accept it, is as follows:
1. Release this "clove" snus.
2. Release the other snuses I'm eager to try for myself.
3. Establish a foothold in Los Estados Unidos.
4. Profit: glorious, glorious profit beyond your wildest reckoning.
5. Expansion.
6. Become the bloated latter-day Elvis that embarrasses his former faithful adherents with his incoherent excess.
7. Avoid dying on a proverbial toilet and regain the integrity you lost during steps 5 & 6.
8. More of that glorious profit.Comment
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excellent last post, well crafted in all respects, idealistic(I like that in a person), and excellent name. I always told people I don't drive drunk but I'm a great drunk passengerComment
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