Ok, so I started working in a very popular smoke shop in my town, right around the time that "spice" or what's being referred to as 'synthetic marijuana' hit the markets in PNW. It was still very new to our nation and very little information was given to us about it in the beginning. Some of the first labels we sold in our shop were, K2 and dragon smoke. At the time, it was still referred to as 'fake weed' and still very legal. (We would sell it asking if a person needed a pipe to go with it.) From what research we did and found out through our customers, (and personal experience) it was pretty mellow and still a lot like regular marijuana. In a nutshell, it came from science. If I'm not mistaken, scientists in Europe were attempting to create an actual, synthetic marijuana for medicinal purposes. When they accomplished this, they called it "spice". Now, I'm not quite sure exactly how long it took to come to where I was, I believe about two-three years after creation.
So, as time went on, (four year long story short) it was banned at least four or five times. Each times the rules changed and so did the name. It went from spice, to herbal incense, to sachet (to recall the major nicknames we gave it). However, it wasn't just the name that was being changed, it was a list of chemical compounds that was being banned and that it was no longer allowed to be consumed. Each time a ban would happen, the list got longer. So the concept of 'synthetic pot', left the hands of actual scientists and dropped into the hands of street scientists. Eventually the stuff that we were selling was being made by joe-shmo, in basements and warehouses throughout our city.
This is where it really got scary. Our company introduced a product called "mr. nice guy", which ended up being the heaviest, most hard hitting, dangerous blend of them all. (At one point we had up to 40 different types.) Our customers started to change, their lives started to change, and we started to feel like actual drug dealers. Now, one could potentially imagine how a pro-pot company would want to help our neighbors who had to drug test for work or were looking for a little party-favor, by selling the well-intentioned 'fake-pot' that won't turn up in a drug screen. But after a while, some of us were revolting and refusing to sell it at all. I witnessed overdose, withdrawal, theft, desperation, as well as total deterioration of the lives of many good people. I was screamed at, had my life threatened on various occasions and even followed to my car for refusing to break company rules so that someone could get their fix for free. Our company's profit went up nearly 1000% in one year. It was terrifying and heartbreaking above all.
So to put it simply, the substance that ended up sweeping the nation was a warped Frankenstein-like variety of various plants (damiana, marshmallow leaf, lettuce opium, and other mild-when-consumed like green leaf) sprayed or soaked with...well, who knows what types of chemicals. And what was worse, is that it was highly addictive. Basically, it became kin to methamphetamine as far as we could tell.
Our company finally stopped selling it and replaced it with an all natural smoking blend of various types.
People have died. Kidney failure has proven to be an issue among users, as well as deterioration of the mind. Many of our customers have since entered drug treatment or moved away...if not disappeared completely. We even had a guy blow himself up in his kitchen, trying to refine and concentrate the stuff, before he would quite. Literally, one of the scariest things I've ever gone through and I wouldn't ever condone it to ANYONE EVER again.
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