I am the poster child for it take only one. Do not fall for it, ever.
43 years old, 25 year addiction (not habit, I have been reading, but that is hard to say) Kodiak, Skoal longcut, bandits, then Swedish snus during a two year stint in Sweden, and camel snus. Literally the only times I would not have one in was sleep, sex, and teeth brushing.
I quit on my 40th birthday. Really quit. Three years. Would still have massive cravings out of the blue, missed having that pouch in my upper lip, would have fucking dreams about dipping...three years on. But, have two sons now and I had quit. Right up until the day in January that I had to put my 14 year old Golden Retriever down.
Cannot tell you why I bought that tin on the way to the vet but I did. Finished that tin that week and said "well there you go, nice to have a little taste and no problem." The door had been opened and I bought the next tin a week and a half later.
Spent the next four months hiding my from my wife most importantly but also my friends family, co-workers, everybody throwing one in on the way to work, only using at the office, etc. Felt guilty the whole time, felt weak and irresponsible the whole time but goddamn do I like tobacco. Read somewhere else on here that it gave one guy the sense on invincibility. That is exactly right. I'm cool as frosty with a dip in. Not so cool when I broke my own rule and threw one in on Saturday while out with friends and family. Just a quick one, tastes good with beer, no one will notice. Wrong.
I lied to my wife, something I never thought I would ever do. I have a lot of work to do to restore that trust and I hope she will forgive me. Her statement, "you lied to me every time you put one in" will stick with me for awhile.
Found the site yesterday, wish I had found it three years ago. I quit. Time to post roll.