“make me want a sextant and more faded tattoos”
For some reason, fruit flavoured snus stimulates the same reaction in me as when someone says something illogical in the company of Dr Spock. Perhaps there is a link to my waning taste for sweet during my 20’s, maybe it’s just another fascinating side to my oh-so-interesting character. Whatever the reason, I generally would like snus to be snus and fruit to remain in the bowl, gradually getting soft, then thrown onto the compost.
I was tempted by Jakobsson’s Strong Melon, however, for 2 reasons. Firstly, I wanted to know which descriptor won. Is it more strong than melon, or is the melon strong? The second reason was less about semantics and more about my crush for Jakobssons. I really believe Jakobssons’ cans are the coolest, most authentic and ace snus cans around. There, I said it. They’re all maritime-y and Olde World-y and make me want a sextant and more faded tattoos.
The melon is definitely strong on the nose. Opening the can is like being cocooned in a bubble of Hubba Bubba, but this fades quickly – thankfully. The initial taste is quite sickly sweet too; the moist, soft bags secreting a dose of melon-ish juice from the off, but slow enough to be manageable. As said, the bags are soft and, well, baggy, requiring no lip contortion to work or keep in place, which is fortunate as I found most of my face to be convulsing in reaction to the sudden hit of syrupy, melon flavourings.
As for the hit itself, it’s lurking in the background from the off – building gently as the melon subsides, but never peaking as with other strong snus’. This could be due to my brain, suddenly alive to the joys of e-numbers again, reverting to a childlike state, where tobacco and nicotine did not figure and sugar was King. And as with those sugar highs of my young days, the rush is soon over with Jakobsson’s Strong Melon and I feel a little empty and I want to play outside.
But alas, now I am grown and am expected to be mature and honest, which can sometimes be hard. Did I mention that Jakobsson’s cans are very pleasing on the eye? Oh, I did. Did I explain properly that I don’t really enjoy sweet tastes anymore? Oh.
Well, it’s crunch time then. I didn’t get much out of Strong Melon Portions, other than childhood memories and wasting good money on a dark IPA, which I could barely taste due to the strength of the melon flavour coating my mouth. Chalk it up to experience, I suppose and get back to my Vulcan ways.