I remember back in the 70s, before paraquat, the lumber you'd get in Mexican weed. When the rest was gone, we'd try to smoke that. That stuff burnt your lungs, man!
The weed that I smoked in the 80's was grown by a mate when I lived with him, it was smooth as and the smell of it was so great. it was purple leaves and all and you did not cough at all. It crept up on you like and lasted well 10 out of 10 from everyone.
I gave up just grew out of it and don't know anyone around me who smokes or see them smoke such but for one old mate who lives 5hr away but he gave it all away for 2 years now.
The Last time I smoked such was about 30yearsago and it was rubbish high directly and then gone and then you would go below being content and pissed off that you had smoked it in the first place, just rubbish and the stuff before that was called Northern Lights that was to powerful that people would pull one cone and that was it lights were out, could hardly not lift their head up, we would run them down to get a response and all you would get back is an expletive back and the head would drop back down.
I once went out on a boat near shore low tide and shared a cone and the tide had come in, so when I went to swim bugger all to the beach boy my arms were weak as that I could of drowned and a mate one time before this had experienced the same jumping off that boat high and I was at the pub across the road and seen him staggering like a derelict back to the Pub and lay on a bench before the road. he claimed he nearly drowned, he made it to the shore and washed up on the beach like with the waves pounding over him, with people looking on ! and then he got all his strength to stagger up to were I seen him.
Another time we had a dingy and went on board that same boat and when leaving mate let the rope out, well I had no hope of pulling that rope in I was that smashed, I seen a curly bit in the cone burn like a log and I was never a big smoker.
Do I have any regret for them smoking days, not at all ! I met some really nice people. my life was a pain before that and I appreciated other people much more freely to accept them for who they were. before that I would of never talked to someone who smoked pot. I thought that such people were drug addicts. they were no more addicts than anyone who drank a beer.