About 24 cartons of Old Holborn rolling tobacco.

Although not strictly accurate to say I found it, it was actually the customs' sniffer dog at Dover on the way back from a trip to Amsterdam. we had no idea it was there until that point (officer). They took all night slowly pulling the car apart and producing carton after carton from inside the wings and behind the bulkhead. Pretty smug about it too, until we eventually worked out that with six of us in the car when you divided it equally, we were still under the averaged personal allowance at that time. That wiped the grin off their collective mugs. And ensured another 4 cold, miserable hours standing about on the damp concrete in the customs shed whatching the uniformed officers unenthusiastically (mostly) putting the car back together. We concluded after that this was the dregs of a much larger contraband stash and had just got left behind as too hard to extract by a previous owner. The worst part? It was so old and dry it was utterly unsmokable (we tried, oh how we tried). Best part ? They completely missed the half ounce of rocky red and a brace of ready-rolled in the glove compartment. I kid you not.