That might have been true for gas stations and drugstores, but tobacconists had plenty of options. Back then I mostly ignored the tins because they were pricey compared to the house made blends, and you had many of those to choose from. And if you didn't quite like what was for sale, your tobacconist would make a blend to order and keep it on file for you when you came in for a refill. There were hundreds of such blends available, and many tobacconists did a brisk trade in mail order. Kramer's was hardly unique. And there were shelves full of domestic and imported tinned blends. I could walk into a tobacconist's shop and pick up a tin of Balkan Sobranie, 759, Capstan Blue, Three Nuns, Amphora, Dunhill, etc, etc any time I so desired. McClelland didn't yet exist, much less C&D or Hearth and Home. But if you're thinking that we didn't have a wealth of choices, that's not the case, not the case in the least.Its just strange to think, as someone who came into this just in the past few years, that there was a time you'd find a few blends at your local shop and be happy about it.
Personally I favor the term brouhaha as being most appropriate in instances such as the Great War Horse Uproar of 20xx whatever year that was.I will readily admit to getting caught up in the "War Horse" discussion (argument? battle?)
An apt descriptor for sure.brouhaha
When did "a thing" become a thing? I mean, is that even a thing?
No, not at all Jesse, but maybe 100 or so years ago if you didn't live in a big city?But if you're thinking that we didn't have a wealth of choices, that's not the case, not the case in the least.
Kids let this be a lesson for you; never measure your dick with a bible. The paper cuts alone will seem like hell.Very True!! I remember it being a dick measuring contest of biblical proportions.
That would have only been 1919 or so.No, not at all Jesse, but maybe 100 or so years ago if you didn't live in a big city?