Peter Stuyvesant Filter is still the old one with great tast but the new
Peter Stuyvesant Filter with the red swerl is ..."New Pack Same Great Taste" change of Oct 08 has the following characteristics:
1. One has to draw more deeply to inhale. It feels like the cigarette is not lit properly....either the tobacco is packed more tightly or there is a new filter that is more dense (new filter is my bet)
2. The cigarette goes out on it's own if you do not inhale deeper or more often.
3. The next morning your lip & tongue is red, raw & sore. Reminds me of smoking my first horse sh.. cigarette as a kid! My 1st cigarette of the day was only at 16h00.....I found some old stock and will continue with these until they run out & then look for an alternative brand.
Peter Stuyvesant Filter just be honest please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Peter Stuyvesant. A name that will forever be etched into my memory. It all started when I moved out of home shortly after I turned 18. I moved into a house with 2 others - both smokers - both smoked Peter Stuyvesant. I'd heard of the brand before, but never considered a purchase, as it was an unusual step away from my standard Philip Morris-owned cigarette brand. Then, one sunny Australian summers day, I ran out and had to get a cigarette from my housemate. That first drag was like a gift from the gods, second only to the next. This is a relationship that has lasted for the past 6 years. Every drag is better than the last. I've had incredible trouble getting the usual American Tobacco Corporation (Overseas) Limited version of the Stuyvies Filters - in the UK, I can only find the 100's version, which are made by a different company (British-American Tobacco Corporation) - hence why they taste so bad. The normal versions are a pleasure to behold. They taste great, they smell great, they are great. If you can get some from another country (the non-100's version), as far as I can tell they're all the same (from France to Italy to Spain and I've seen them in a few other countries too) - get a pack. You won't regret it. I will give my left lung to smoke another Stuyvie. Maybe even my right.
I can still remember the time I smoked my first Peter Stuyvesant. The memory is vivid, because after I had smoked that first pack of twenty I vowed never to smoke that brand again. I had been walking along Parliament Road in Middlesbrough on the way home from work, when I looked in the junk shop window again, as was my habit. When I say looked I really mean peered. The window was grimy to the point of looking like there were nets up in there. Right in the middle of the window was the lamp. Huge, about three feet high, turquoise in colour, and in the shape of a fish rampant, complete with scales embossed into the quality pottery base, it would go brilliantly with that orange and purple light shade I had bought the week before. Heaving a sigh, as I didn't have quite enough money to buy the framed picture of the woman with the green face, I scraped open the door and was soon to be seen groaning under the weight of my trophy to the incredulous stares of local residents. Next stop was the newagents for me Silk Cut. Unfortunately, due to my prize, I hadn't got quite enough money left for my usual brand, so I bought a pack of Peter Stuyvesant, which were slightly cheaper. Once safe within the confines of my rented terrace, I sat on the floor and began to clean up the beauteous lamp. I lit up a cigarette, and as the acrid smoke brought tears to my eyes, began to wonder what my housemate would say when she got in. What she said was barely printable. "Have you trodden in some dog s**t - and what is that f***ing monstrosity? You are not putting that in the lounge - no way." Sniffing the air like the hound that I became on joining dooyoo, I agreed with her - something smelt bad - real bad. I checked the bottom of my shoes, and then looked with some suspicion at my lamp. Surely not... No, it wasn't the lamp, encrusted with nameless fil
th it may be but there was no poop on the pot. Having narrowed down the possibilities, I picked up my neglected cigarette from the ashtray - oh yes it was the Peter Stuyvesant. Harsh, smelling of a dog's bottom, and leaving a nasty taste in the mouth. Peter Stuyvesant were not for me, and I have yet to meet anyone who actually smokes them unless they are totally desperate or devoid of reason.