Product Type: Peter Stuyvesant in Tobacco
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Peter Stuyvesant Filter
Member Name: assethound
Peter Stuyvesant Filter
Date: 11/05/01, updated on 11/05/01 (803 review reads)
Advantages: Slightly cheaper than the premium brands, strong taste - if you like that kind of thing
Disadvantages: Smells like a dogs bottom, Isn't that enough for you??
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.