I predict that, one day, the most desirable tobacco will cost the same as the most desirable caviar. We're not there yet. Currently, tobacco is still cheaper than caviar.
Time To Give Up The Hobby
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Ya that's pretty egregious. Even if it's $560 Canadian...
I joke of course.But it sounds like you should just book a vacation to the US with an extra empty suitcase...
It's outrageous that we are forced to become criminals just for a smoke. I have been warned by customs that my next indiscretion will result in a heavy fine, jail or both........let that sink in. So promptly gave them the middle finger and have been coming up with another work around that just might work so I can get some tobacco through.
Are you taxed if someone sends you some tins and you didn’t buy them?
No it's just seized by the Stasi at customs and then they threaten to lock me up.
Well, all I can say to finish off the thread if I may, is that in ten years of purchasing my tobacco from the States, and having been busted by Canada Customs numerous times, I’ve never been threatened by a heavy fine, jail time or both. I even called and spoke with a Canada Customs agent and he told me that all they do is post the duty and customs to you, the buyer, and you can either pay the duty or return it. And I’ve never had a customs agent come to my house and have opportunity or not, to flip him off. My tobacco without exception has always come via Canada Post.
Simple as that.
Simple as that.
Not to change the subject but simply connect the "humans will always act like humans" dots, governments are going after things like tobacco---low hanging fruit---to get experience in, and fine-tune the techniques of, controlling the population.
To them, it's like training a dog.
Much easier to steadily chip away at personal freedoms than get all noisy and confrontational about it.
They will never stop applying limits, requirements, prohibitions, and so forth to those behaviors, of course. The giant constrictor snake will never stop tightening its coils.
The real fun will begin when things that the majority of citizens don't want to see gone, or give up themselves, or be forced to do, become the target.
To them, it's like training a dog.
Much easier to steadily chip away at personal freedoms than get all noisy and confrontational about it.
They will never stop applying limits, requirements, prohibitions, and so forth to those behaviors, of course. The giant constrictor snake will never stop tightening its coils.
The real fun will begin when things that the majority of citizens don't want to see gone, or give up themselves, or be forced to do, become the target.
Here's what Charles Lamb (1775 - 1834) had to say on the matter:
A Farewell to Tobacco
May the Babylonish curse
Straight confound my stammering verse,
If I can a passage see
In this word-perplexity,
Or a fit expression find,
Or a language to my mind,
(Still the phrase is wide or scant)
To take leave of thee, great plant!
Or in any terms relate
Half my love, or half my hate:
For I hate, yet love, thee so,
That, whichever thing I shew,
The plain truth will seem to be
A constrain'd hyperbole,
And the passion to proceed
More from a mistress than a weed.
Sooty retainer to the vine,
Bacchus' black servant, negro fine;
Sorcerer, that mak'st us dote upon
Thy begrimed complexion,
And, for thy pernicious sake,
More and greater oaths to break
Than reclaimed lovers take
'Gainst women: thou thy siege dost lay
Much too in the female way,
While thou suck'st the lab'ring breath
Faster than kisses or than death.
Thou in such a cloud dost bind us,
That our worst foes cannot find us,
And ill fortune, that would thwart us,
Shoots at rovers, shooting at us;
While each man, thro' thy height'ning steam,
Does like a smoking Etna seem,
And all about us does express
(Fancy and wit in richest dress)
A Sicilian fruitfulness.
Thou through such a mist dost shew us,
That our best friends do not know us,
And, for those allowed features,
Due to reasonable creatures,
Liken'st us to fell Chimeras,
Monsters that, who see us, fear us;
Worse than Cerberus or Geryon,
Or, who first lov'd a cloud, Ixion.
Bacchus we know, and we allow
His tipsy rites. But what art thou,
That but by reflex canst shew
What his deity can do,
As the false Egyptian spell
Aped the true Hebrew miracle?
Some few vapours thou may'st raise,
The weak brain may serve to amaze,
But to the reins and nobler heart
Canst nor life nor heat impart.
Brother of Bacchus, later born,
The old world was sure forlorn,
Wanting thee, that aidest more
The god's victories than before
All his panthers, and the brawls
Of his piping Bacchanals.
These, as stale, we disallow,
Or judge of thee meant: only thou
His true Indian conquest art;
And, for ivy round his dart,
The reformed god now weaves
A finer thyrsus of thy leaves.
Scent to match thy rich perfume
Chemic art did ne'er presume
Through her quaint alembic strain,
None so sov'reign to the brain.
Nature, that did in thee excel,
Fram'd again no second smell.
Roses, violets, but toys
For the smaller sort of boys,
Or for greener damsels meant;
Thou art the only manly scent.
Stinking'st of the stinking kind,
Filth of the mouth and fog of the mind,
Africa, that brags her foyson,
Breeds no such prodigious poison,
Henbane, nightshade, both together,
Hemlock, aconite ---
Nay, rather,
Plant divine, of rarest virtue;
Blisters on the tongue would hurt you.
'Twas but in a sort I blam'd thee;
None e'er prosper'd who defam'd thee;
Irony all, and feign'd abuse,
Such as perplext lovers use,
At a need, when, in despair
To paint forth their fairest fair,
Or in part but to express
That exceeding comeliness
Which their fancies doth so strike,
They borrow language of dislike;
And, instead of Dearest Miss,
Jewel, Honey, Sweetheart, Bliss,
And those forms of old admiring,
Call her Cockatrice and Siren,
Basilisk, and all that's evil,
Witch, Hyena, Mermaid, Devil,
Ethiop, Wench, and Blackamoor,
Monkey, Ape, and twenty more;
Friendly Trait'ress, loving Foe,-
Not that she is truly so,
But no other way they know
A contentment to express,
Borders so upon excess,
That they do not rightly wot
Whether it be pain or not.
Or, as men, constrain'd to part
With what's nearest to their heart,
While their sorrow's at the height,
Lose discrimination quite,
And their hasty wrath let fall,
To appease their frantic gall,
On the darling thing whatever,
Whence they feel it death to sever,
Though it be, as they, perforce,
Guiltless of the sad divorce.
For I must (nor let it grieve thee,
Friendliest of plants, that I must) leave thee.
For thy sake, tobacco, I
Would do any thing but die,
And but seek to extend my days
Long enough to sing thy praise.
But, as she, who once hath been
A king's consort, is a queen
Ever after, nor will bate
Any tittle of her state,
Though a widow, or divorced,
So I, from thy converse forced,
The old name and style retain,
A right Katherine of Spain;
And a seat, too, 'mongst the joys
Of the blest Tobacco Boys;
Where, though I, by sour physician,
Am debarr'd the full fruition
Of thy favours, I may catch
Some collateral sweets, and snatch
Sidelong odours, that give life
Like glances from a neighbour's wife;
And still live in the by-places
And the suburbs of thy graces;
And in thy borders take delight,
An unconquer'd Canaanite.
A Farewell to Tobacco
May the Babylonish curse
Straight confound my stammering verse,
If I can a passage see
In this word-perplexity,
Or a fit expression find,
Or a language to my mind,
(Still the phrase is wide or scant)
To take leave of thee, great plant!
Or in any terms relate
Half my love, or half my hate:
For I hate, yet love, thee so,
That, whichever thing I shew,
The plain truth will seem to be
A constrain'd hyperbole,
And the passion to proceed
More from a mistress than a weed.
Sooty retainer to the vine,
Bacchus' black servant, negro fine;
Sorcerer, that mak'st us dote upon
Thy begrimed complexion,
And, for thy pernicious sake,
More and greater oaths to break
Than reclaimed lovers take
'Gainst women: thou thy siege dost lay
Much too in the female way,
While thou suck'st the lab'ring breath
Faster than kisses or than death.
Thou in such a cloud dost bind us,
That our worst foes cannot find us,
And ill fortune, that would thwart us,
Shoots at rovers, shooting at us;
While each man, thro' thy height'ning steam,
Does like a smoking Etna seem,
And all about us does express
(Fancy and wit in richest dress)
A Sicilian fruitfulness.
Thou through such a mist dost shew us,
That our best friends do not know us,
And, for those allowed features,
Due to reasonable creatures,
Liken'st us to fell Chimeras,
Monsters that, who see us, fear us;
Worse than Cerberus or Geryon,
Or, who first lov'd a cloud, Ixion.
Bacchus we know, and we allow
His tipsy rites. But what art thou,
That but by reflex canst shew
What his deity can do,
As the false Egyptian spell
Aped the true Hebrew miracle?
Some few vapours thou may'st raise,
The weak brain may serve to amaze,
But to the reins and nobler heart
Canst nor life nor heat impart.
Brother of Bacchus, later born,
The old world was sure forlorn,
Wanting thee, that aidest more
The god's victories than before
All his panthers, and the brawls
Of his piping Bacchanals.
These, as stale, we disallow,
Or judge of thee meant: only thou
His true Indian conquest art;
And, for ivy round his dart,
The reformed god now weaves
A finer thyrsus of thy leaves.
Scent to match thy rich perfume
Chemic art did ne'er presume
Through her quaint alembic strain,
None so sov'reign to the brain.
Nature, that did in thee excel,
Fram'd again no second smell.
Roses, violets, but toys
For the smaller sort of boys,
Or for greener damsels meant;
Thou art the only manly scent.
Stinking'st of the stinking kind,
Filth of the mouth and fog of the mind,
Africa, that brags her foyson,
Breeds no such prodigious poison,
Henbane, nightshade, both together,
Hemlock, aconite ---
Nay, rather,
Plant divine, of rarest virtue;
Blisters on the tongue would hurt you.
'Twas but in a sort I blam'd thee;
None e'er prosper'd who defam'd thee;
Irony all, and feign'd abuse,
Such as perplext lovers use,
At a need, when, in despair
To paint forth their fairest fair,
Or in part but to express
That exceeding comeliness
Which their fancies doth so strike,
They borrow language of dislike;
And, instead of Dearest Miss,
Jewel, Honey, Sweetheart, Bliss,
And those forms of old admiring,
Call her Cockatrice and Siren,
Basilisk, and all that's evil,
Witch, Hyena, Mermaid, Devil,
Ethiop, Wench, and Blackamoor,
Monkey, Ape, and twenty more;
Friendly Trait'ress, loving Foe,-
Not that she is truly so,
But no other way they know
A contentment to express,
Borders so upon excess,
That they do not rightly wot
Whether it be pain or not.
Or, as men, constrain'd to part
With what's nearest to their heart,
While their sorrow's at the height,
Lose discrimination quite,
And their hasty wrath let fall,
To appease their frantic gall,
On the darling thing whatever,
Whence they feel it death to sever,
Though it be, as they, perforce,
Guiltless of the sad divorce.
For I must (nor let it grieve thee,
Friendliest of plants, that I must) leave thee.
For thy sake, tobacco, I
Would do any thing but die,
And but seek to extend my days
Long enough to sing thy praise.
But, as she, who once hath been
A king's consort, is a queen
Ever after, nor will bate
Any tittle of her state,
Though a widow, or divorced,
So I, from thy converse forced,
The old name and style retain,
A right Katherine of Spain;
And a seat, too, 'mongst the joys
Of the blest Tobacco Boys;
Where, though I, by sour physician,
Am debarr'd the full fruition
Of thy favours, I may catch
Some collateral sweets, and snatch
Sidelong odours, that give life
Like glances from a neighbour's wife;
And still live in the by-places
And the suburbs of thy graces;
And in thy borders take delight,
An unconquer'd Canaanite.
Somebody help me think this through : What if a US pipe smoker sold & shipped the OP a couple of pounds of tobacco ?
1. He wouldn't be breaking any US law , would he ?
2. Would Canadian Customs be able to detect it ?
1. He wouldn't be breaking any US law , would he ?
2. Would Canadian Customs be able to detect it ?
Or would the tobacco automatically get confiscated, the recipient be threatened by fines and imprisonment?
Don’t like someone in Canada? Just keep mailing them pipe tobacco until they go to jail…..
When tobacco is outlawed, only outlaws will have tobacco.
I did the math on it to see if they really are over charging you. Its on you as a Canadian to be aware of and informed on what you will be expected to pay duty and tax wise.
You have to take into account the Excise tax per unit (I believe units are 50g) + your provincial tobacco taxes which are per gram + the gst and pst on your order.
24oz is roughly 680 grams thats 13.6 Units of 50g per unit at $11.92379 so youre charged $162.25 in Excise taxes roughly
Alberta tobacco taxes hit 41.25 CENTS per GRAM of LOOSE tobacco
41.25×680÷100= $280.50
So thats 280.50 + 162.25 = $442.75
Now what did your order cost? Was there pipes in it? You can calculate your GST and PST plus the extra $10 you're charged as a processing fee.
If they ovsr charged you send it back for re assessment and itll come back costing less and if it still isnt right you can pay, type up a letter with the math and request to be reimbursed for the over payment you made.
So 24 oz is approx 12 tins, 560 divided by 12 is 46$ dollars Canadian or around 30$ US a tin tax on top of purchase. That’s definitely on the high end, but happens occasionally in this new world order…
here’s my suggestion;
First instead of returning it, send it back to customs for a reassessment, they always come in less, google how to do it, I’m tired of explaining it. Maybe sending back will send a message, but it might also upset retailers.
2nd, order smaller quantities in one sitting.
here’s my suggestion;
First instead of returning it, send it back to customs for a reassessment, they always come in less, google how to do it, I’m tired of explaining it. Maybe sending back will send a message, but it might also upset retailers.
2nd, order smaller quantities in one sitting.
I second this, as the person importing you need to be aware and prepared for that hit. Not paying and having it sent back only screws the rest of us Canadians over who do our dudiligence because retailers might end up saying "sorry were not shipping to Canada anymore". Dont be that guy who ruins it for everyone else.
