Originally Posted by: schmangeI love the smell of pot. Always have. Even when I was a kid and smelled it wafting my way from a group of teens, I'd purposely inhale extra hard cause I loved the smell.
Sorta like the same feeling you get from the smell of an underground garage. That combination of gasoline and fumes.
Yeah I know... weird.

Once when I was about 11 years old, I was walking through the mall. The PA State Police were having an 'anti-drug' presentation. They were burning incense that smelled like pot so that we young, innocent kids would be able to recognize it if we smelled it at school. I parked myself right over the incense burner and stood there for about fifteen minutes just sniffing at the air and thinking 'Man, that smells pretty good..." One cop nudged the other and said "We're gonna have to keep an eye out for that one in a couple of years..."

Trouble was, I left the mall and walked out and got in the car with my mother and I smelled like I had just been sitting in a VW Microbus with Jerry Garcia, Cheech Marin and Tommy Chong.

My mother wanted to take me to the hospital and have my stomach pumped. Yeah, I know, but those were some innocent times. We're talking 1971.... :)