On the subject of exotic counter-culture vices, etc.

Company I work for is German.

So, on my coffee break, I sneak off to have a pinch of snuff. Find a quiet spot, and am about to dust my nostrils when I look over and see a “suit” looking at me.

“Schnupftabak?” he asks.

“Ja,” I tell him, and extend my snuffbox.

Old Fritz there takes a huge double pinch, sniffs, and we both sort of laugh - he’d never had Ntsu (South African, super strong) before - when he has to lean against the wall for support when the rush comes on.

Good times.