Portland has the best weed in the world. I’ve heard variations of this line countless times since moving here in December. It’s an assertion, whether true or false, that Portlanders take pride in. The fandom for the local sticky-icky borders on hero worship normally reserved for local athletes or a handful of musicians.
Many of the people who have made the claim about Portland’s weed being superior to others across the world have visited Amsterdam. Doesn’t hold a candle to Portland, they say. Portland weed is more potent and cheaper. It’s hell for dealers, but heaven for consumers. And there are PLENTY of consumers.
I bring this all up because today is April 20 or 4/20, the unofficial holiday of smokerdom. I half expect clouds of eye-irritating smoke to swallow Portland this afternoon. After all, it is the mecca of the underground smellroad, a term I am borrowing from Andre 3000, a man I am sure has inhaled once or twice.