Marijuana Madness: UPDATE .13 GRAMS NOT 1.3 GRAMS
The officer testified that there was a large amount of marijuana throughout the passenger compartment of the vehicle. While searching my mental files for an image which could convey to a jury the magnitude of the lie that thirteen one hundredths of a gram was a large amount of marijuana, my mind hit an involuntary suspension of time. And then, with the kind of pause one attributes to a cinematic moment shot in slow-motion, the officer testified, “The smell was fresh”. In that moment, I was transported back to the words of Fresh co-founder, Lev Glazman. “It was early in the morning. She had to leave. She was standing next to the bed, watching him sleep. She could still feel his touch on her skin. She found herself moving closer, smelling his lips and neck, reminiscent of a forbidden cannabis accord, chocolate, and musk. His scent was intoxicating.”
Fresh is the manufacturer my favorite perfume. Cannabis Santal Eau de Parfum is a sensual, woodsy fragrance that captures the raw energy of desire housed in an artisanal glass bottle. The top notes: bergamot, Brazilian orange, black plum. Middle Notes: patchouli, cannabis accord, rose. Bottom Notes: chocolate, vetiver, vanilla musk. With scent being the sense most strongly tied to memory, it is perhaps not surprising that I would gravitate towards such a fragrance. Call it an ideological thumbing of the nose, if you will, which I carry with me as I waft into courtrooms where so many have been wrongfully prosecuted for non-violent marijuana “crimes”.
On some days, we live life moment to moment. The smell was fresh. Hillary Clinton announced this past week that she has chosen Virginia Sen. Tim Kaine to be her running mate, turning to a steady and seasoned hand in government to fill out the Democratic ticket. I have a tiny request for Lev. Glazman. While Tim Kaine has been a missionary in Honduras, a civil rights lawyer and now Hillary Clinton’s leading man, he still needs a little bit of your magic. Please send him a bottle of Cannabis Santal to sprinkle in the front passenger compartment of his aura. Americans need a little intoxication to replace the fetid, brackish stench of their Republican counter-parts and their dead-on-arrival, rotting “ideas“.