TestimonialsMore than 1 million French people regularly smoke cannabis. A pleasure certainly forbidden, but less and less perceived as transgressive. Between home delivery and daily inhalations, four smokers recount the banality of the joint grilled alone, with family or friends.
France is the country where the consumption of this recreational plant is the highest in Europe. Four smokers, necessarily anonymous, explain how they easily obtain resin or grass, a habit often contracted from adolescence.
“I put the grass in Nescafé jars, it’s a bit like my canned food! »
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“I had a bad idea of myself, the impression of missing my life”
“I put the grass in Nescafé jars, it’s a bit like my canned food! »
“I’m 65 and smoked my first joints when I was a teenager. I’m not a heavy smoker, this is purely recreational for me. It relaxes me, it frees my mind a bit and, as I have an intellectual profession, it helps me in my work.
About 20 years ago, I had bought weed through a traditional circuit, from a guy I knew. There were a few seeds in the bag, I said to myself “here, I will try to grow them”. It’s super easy, it made me think of the lentils we used to germinate when we were kids. I placed them in cotton, then in a pot, and, as I am lucky enough to have a garden in the countryside, I put them in the ground after the spring frosts. On the Internet, you can find everything you need to know.
“I stopped when my children were teenagers. I took over and, today, it happens that we roll one in the evening with friends or with the children »
I have my ritual, I order my seeds on my birthday, in March. It costs infinitely less to grow your own grass: it takes between 5 and 10 euros per seed, a little potting soil, and voila! Four or five feet, that makes me more than a year. I plant them in strategic places in my garden, so that the neighbors do not see them. I harvest at the end of October, then I dry them for a week, cut the leaves and keep only the heads. I store them in jars of Nescafé, it’s a bit like my preserves!
At one point, I was fed up and I stopped when my children were teenagers. I took over and, today, it happens that we roll one in the evening with friends or with the children, a bit like when my parents took out the bottle of cognac. I may have a vague psychological dependence… My wife is totally against it, she thinks it’s a childish thing. But for me it perhaps gives me the feeling of not becoming a reasonable gentleman over 60 years old. »
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