Oh that lovely lovely aroma!
Every time I smell a fresh 8th, it reminds me of senior year of high school. Thats the smell of spring break that year. Thats the smell of the end of the school day, and the smell of 2am on school nights in the spring. I don't know why I always end up thinking about those times whenever that smell hits me. I smoked before then, and I've been smoking ever since. Maybe its because thats when it was really exciting - not just enjoyable, but really exciting. We had to find places to smoke, and try not to get caught. I'd have to lie to go smoke at Dean's house so late at night on school nights, and hope my mom didn't lock the front door while I was gone, so that I could try to slip into the house unnoticed. It was the entertainment value of never having parents acknowledge how noticeably high I was or how strongly the scent clung to my clothing. There was a thrill in being a kid who knew how to get things - and not fitting the role that a lot of people expected me to play . Opening a bag and inhaling in that sweet smell was always the first thing i would do. That first smell was always intensely satisfying. I can't imagine that I could ever feel that purely excited about smoking anymore, just because of time and "practice." But I get that little reminder of that excitement every time I do stop to breathe in when I open a bag. And, well, thats exciting in and of itself. Mmmmmm.