The g/f is at a milestone birthday age, her parents got us flights and B&B.
Amsterdam is pretty cleaned-up now. Lots of coffeeshops in our neighbourhood: Barneys, Bulldog, Dampkring, Popeye, Picasso area, just west of Centraal Station. Also got weed in Rembrandtplein (couple of places), Leidseplein, and Katsu.
Didn't get a whiff of a good joint, even once. Didn't get stoned, even once. Didn't get high, even once. I was rolling pure blunts. Large ones too. Used to be one of those would utterly destroy me.
Amsterdam used to have fantastic gear at low prices. Then in the 2000s it was great gear at much higher prices. Their current stock is street weed. The third-rate weed from cheaper Silk Road dealers. The sort of weed that has barely any smell (pre or post grind) and barely any taste and barely any effect.
The ambience in coffeeshops has changed too. Without the dank stank and the heavy stone, the coffeeshops seem to be people just talking to their mates. Sure you can tap people on the shoulder and talk to them and they're friendly enough, but it's like talking to someone at the bus stop. It's not like talking to someone out-of-it with their stoned face on. And that's because they're not stoned.
As the g/f said on Tuesday night as we got back in and sparked up some of my Chocolate Orange auto: mine has the pungent smell, and after a short blunt and a half the pair of us were melted.
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