I’m not quite fifty yet, but I’m really enjoying the transition into being an old fart. Maybe it’s all of the old school sativas, lol. Reminds me of when I was growing up, when my parents and everyone they knew were smoking imported weed until my dad finally started growing out the seeds in my uncle’s garage. That whole era of my life can be evoked by a signature family of scents, lol.
When I was a late teen, I stole a bunch of my dad’s seeds from some Mexican brick (he had thousands of seeds, and never noticed) and started growing them at my buddies place. Good memories