I had almost exactly the same experience as Bakalar.When my dad passed away, my mom sat down with me and said, essentially, "your dad was a pothead your entire life and hid it from you." A couple times I had found seeds or stems in the carpet and thought hmmm, but just assumed I was wrong. In any case, she gave me his "stash." And it was mason jars going back like 15-20 years full of the remnant of ditch weed he bought from some neighbor -- absolute garbage, just total dirt weed. No smell, no nothing. I think Mom expected me to be disappointed in him or something. But I was just so sad that I never got to smoke with him, that I never got to get him good weed so he actually had some kind of experience with it. And that he felt like he had to hide it from me.Anyway, that story got me in my feelings for a while. Thanks, JeffB and all the rest of GB.