Customer Reviews
I got a tin after falling in love with Poschl Gawith Original (Apricot) and wanting to try something else. I put it in my bullet and, we'll I can feel it in my head. Sometimes it's a bit uncomfortable but I have yet to get using the bullet down as it's fairly new. When pinched however it's not bad, just be more careful then me with coughing it's a bit of a pain to clean off your dash.
Walk in the woods. I have Dr justice and Macouba right next to it and finished off old " whore" Paris a week ago.
Pretty earthy chill walk in the woods. Lightly scented opposite end of the spectrum of old Paris baby powder but hiding there.
Seville is an interesting one. Fribourg & Treyer snuffs can be a mixed bag for me. I absolutely adore some of their snuffs, but others leave me cold or even repulsed.
Seville falls into the former category. I adore it. It's got a lovely natural scent of bitter orange balanced against the earthy, rich tobacco base. The balance is what does it for me on this one. They could have easily gone overboard with the citrus, but they didn't. Everything is in perfect harmony here, and that makes for a very compelling snuff.
The grind is fine and the moisture content moderate. I find it very easy to take. It doesn't clog me up at all, nor does it cause my nose to run excessively. The nicotine content is satisfying, as has been the case with all of the F&T snuffs I've tried thus far.
Seville would be a great place to start for a beginner who wants to try out F&T. The flavor isn't over the top in the slightest, and it's quite easy to take. This is one that I'll always want to have around. Highly recommended.
Seville is the most sensual tobacco you will ever put into your snoot. Hands down. A pinch goes in, and you’re suddenly lolling on the perfumed bedsheets of an uptown bordello in 18th century Paris. It’s outright decadent, and possibly sinful. If you are drawn to a mild nicotine snuff, redolent of a woman’s body, then you should buy every tin available from Mr. Snuff. If you’re a monk, having a dry spell, or otherwise not immune to carnal insinuation, don’t put yourself through this. It’s too much. Know your limits and look elsewhere. This snuff is decadent in a way that is hard to describe.
The molinos at Fribourg & Treyer have ground an exquisite nasal snuff that honours the memory of Brother Ramón Pané and makes proud the Sevillian ghosts of the Real Fábrica de Tabacos. Slightly floral with hints of clove, it celebrates the blossoms of the bitter orange tree. Baroque & Moorish, it calls to mind Flamenco dancers exorcising their demons in the sweltering summer heat. In a dining car of the fabled Spanish Train, I see God and the Devil sharing a pinch while awaiting the preparation of their cocktails by Pascal-Olivier, Comte de Negroni.