I smoke so much weed in the house I can’t even smell it anymore.
Like the smell of low tide, after a while I just grew accustomed to it.
If anything, the house smells weird when there isn’t pot smoke in the air. All of that had to change when my cousin Marcus came to stay with me for a few days. Marcus is still in high school, and wanted to tour the local college campus, so he asked to crash on my couch. Marcus has very strict, religious parents, so I wanted to clear out some of the funky marijuana smell before he arrived. I thought I did a good job and got rid of the tell-tale scent of cannabis, but I was wrong. Marcus smelled cannabis as soon as he walked in the house! I was so used to the odors that it just smelled normal to me. Right away, Marcus started to ask me a lot of questions about cannabis. He was a teenager, ready to move out on his own, and he was very curious about trying marijuana. I was sympathetic to the kid, but on the other hand his parents would skin me alive if they found out I gave marijuana to their precious baby boy. Marcus made the choice for me. When I came out of the shower later that night I could clearly detect the smell of marijuana smoke. I found him in the living room, sputtering and coughing on his first toke of cannabis. He swore that he wouldn’t tell his folks, so I packed us up a fresh bowl.