I agree. Growing up in Eastern NC in the 60's and 70's I invariably worked in the tobacco fields. And, like most of my friends, tried chewing tobacco. That one big wad of Red Man made me soooooooooooooooo sick that I've never put chew, dip, snuff, in my mouth since.
Just seeing spit bottles, etc. makes me want to hurl.
sissy. Grab a chaw and be a man!
ONE dip of Copenhagen cured me of ever wanting to have that cool circle on the back pocket of my jeans FOREVER. It didn't help that it was about 95 degrees when I did it either, and I gladly accepted the ribbing from my friends later that day after the nausea subsided. Tip: DO NOT swallow the spit the first time you dip!