Pot Planet: Adventures in Global Marijuana Culture [NOOK Book]

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Marijuana is cultivated in nearly every region of the world, from the jungles of Laos to the arid hills of northern California. It's smoked and enjoyed for medicinal, spiritual, and recreational purposes by an estimated 200 million people worldwide. In Pot Planet, journalist Brian Preston sets out on a global ganja safari to explore strange new cannabis cultures, to seek out new growers, activists, and other reefer revolutionaries ... and to boldly get baked with each of them. Preston's journeys take him across ...
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Marijuana is cultivated in nearly every region of the world, from the jungles of Laos to the arid hills of northern California. It's smoked and enjoyed for medicinal, spiritual, and recreational purposes by an estimated 200 million people worldwide. In Pot Planet, journalist Brian Preston sets out on a global ganja safari to explore strange new cannabis cultures, to seek out new growers, activists, and other reefer revolutionaries ... and to boldly get baked with each of them. Preston's journeys take him across every strata of pot cultivation and enjoyment. In the Canadian Kootenays he meets hemp farmers struggling to harvest their crop on the fringes of legitimacy. In Cambodia and Morocco he explores the final frontiers of Third World weed enthusiasts. In northern California he takes a clear-eyed look at the medicinal marijuana movement, seeing both its promises and its problems. In England, Switzerland, and Spain he observes grudging governments catching up to public tolerance. And at the Cannabis Cup in Amsterdam he joins in the raucous multiday tasting competition and celebration at the international summit of the best breeders, growers, and connoisseurs in the world. Part investigative travelogue, part cultural history, part polemic for the unfettered enjoyment of nature's most perfect and pleasing herb, Pot Planet is an unforgettable odyssey into the multifaceted world of hemp, full of wit, insight, and inspiration.
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Journalist Brian Preston goes on a worldwide "ganja safari" in order to delve into the meaning of marijuana in our culture, lifestyle, and society. Where will his colorful travels take him?
The New Yorker
"I'm the tour guide for a global gourmet-ganja holiday." So writes Brian Preston, a Canadian journalist, with just a hint of gloating, in Pot Planet, a gimlet-eyed and often hilarious account of the author's round-the-world reefer safari. With Britain's downscaling of penalties for marijuana possession currently stirring up controversy, Preston's book comes along at a propitious moment. And while Preston admits to recreational use and appears to condone efforts to legalize the drug he offers a surprisingly clear-headed view of potheads worldwide. Researching marijuana mores in twelve countries, from Canada to Cambodia, Preston rubbed shoulders -- and puffed on joints -- with devotees who fry their morning pancakes in hemp oil, discuss the subtle differences between Sweet Skunk and Bubbleberry as if they were comparing fine wines, have their last names legally changed to Cannabis, and, in the case of one enterprising Australian, dream of opening the Big Bong Burger Bar, a kind of edible-marijuana McDonald's.

In Loaded, Robert Sabbag, a reporter for Rolling Stone, offers a somewhat darker view of the herb. This true-life tall tale about Allen Long, a frustrated American documentary filmmaker who began smuggling pot out of Mexico and then Colombia in the seventies, is like a cannabis version of the film "Blow," featuring countless near-death episodes in a rickety, marijuana-stuffed DC-3. Whereas Preston eventually concludes that marijuana is just "one of those goofy adult things like booze and sex," Sabbag's more critical examination of how the stuff actually finds its way into the United States reveals a major "triumph of greed over good judgment."

(Mark Rozzo)
Publishers Weekly
For this adventurous travelogue, freelance journalist Preston (a contributor to Rolling Stone, Details and Vogue) literally smoked his way around the world, investigating marijuana culture in the U.S. and Europe as well as in places as far away as Nepal, Morocco, Australia and Southeast Asia. Although the idea of a journalist smoking himself across the globe might sound like the kind of lightweight assignment dreamed up at a High Times office party, the book, based mostly on Preston's extensive travels, is a marvelously entertaining, well-written and probing look at the world through marijuana, from the plant itself to the subculture of peoples who smoke it (an estimated 200 million worldwide), grow it, sell it and outlaw it. Throughout, Preston proves himself to be both an intrepid traveler and a fine storyteller. He effortlessly weaves tales humorous and harrowing, vividly rendering his environs and introducing readers to an array of fascinating characters, from growers in Vancouver to activists in London and a variety of guides and acquaintances in exotic locales. A copious researcher, he is equally at ease detailing plant science or the evolution of Amsterdam's drug policies. To his credit, Preston avoids introducing any sort of legalization polemic until a final, brief chapter, which is an unfortunate addition. His musings at the book's end only interfere with any conclusions readers themselves might be expected to draw. Still, for those who share an affinity with Preston's subject, this excellent book will be devoured like a tray of brownies. (May) Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
In the late 1990s, freelance journalist Preston wrote an article for Rolling Stone on marijuana culture in Vancouver, where he was living. Inspired by the experience, he traveled to 11 countries, from Nepal to the United States, to investigate marijuana availability, quality, and devotees. Along the way, he smoked, ate, and drank a great deal of pot. Among the most fascinating aspects of his book, which is a mix of travelog, cultural history, and screed, are his investigations of the arcana of marijuana culture, especially the science of growing the plant and the different varieties of seeds available. Preston is clearly a proponent of legalization and sees the United States as a veritable dinosaur in this area. His book is a very entertaining read, informally written. Recommended for most libraries. A.O. Edmonds, Ball State Univ., Muncie, IN Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
An enlightening survey of 21st-century cannabis consumers, at an estimated 200 million strong. British Columbia-based journalist Preston explains that although he was a "moderate toker" by local standards, his Rolling Stone editor perceived him as a "stoner dude," and assigned him a story on the Canadian marijuana scene, which led to this study: "Pot lovers, psychologically landlocked by the War on Drugs, need to be reminded there's a big ol' world out there where the DEA doesn't hold sway." Preston modulates his pothead's holiday with an alluring multinational slant-he narrates a journey through 12 countries (including Switzerland, Spain, Australia, Laos, Thailand, and the US), bookended by a local growers' competition in Canada, and the infamous High Times "Cannabis Cup" in Amsterdam. Although Preston consumes much marijuana, hashish, kif, and sundry teas and baked goods during his travels, his observations stay thankfully sharp and lucid. Generally speaking, Preston discerns a subtle international watershed: while law enforcement in poorer countries like Nepal and Morocco ignore native cannabis consumers and tolerate (or exploit) the cash influx of so-called "drug tourists," European nations (save France, Germany, and Sweden) are attempting to permit discreet particular cannabis possession without welcoming those same drug tourists. His jaunts through specific countries are always engaging, revealing the semi-organized underground communities necessitated by the herb's illegal status. Back home in Vancouver, for example, a network of growers and seed/equipment suppliers pursue strains like "Bubbleberry" and "Pearly Girl" with gourmet zeal. In England, Preston follows the nascent"hempster" movement's engagement with governmental agencies, a traditional gambit of European social activists. Elsewhere, localized irony abounds: in Muslim communities, liquor consumption is scorned over communal hash-smoking, while Holland's tolerance of soft drugs incongruously results from that nation's stolid conservatism. Beyond the endearing stoned camaraderie of Preston's travelogue, he condemns pot prohibition with sound reasoning (e.g., that it encourages a criminalized black market) in case any social conservatives are reading, while his fellow travelers will enjoy knowing, for instance, how not to get hustled in Tangier. But the author also confirms there's no alternative to getting hustled in America, courtesy of the taxpayer-financed, cannabis-focused atrocity of the drug war. A blend of advocacy and (so to speak) sober reportage on an issue that's only superficially whimsical.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780802198204
  • Publisher: Grove/Atlantic, Inc.
  • Publication date: 12/1/2007
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 304
  • File size: 761 KB

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POT PLANET
Adventures in Global Marijuana Culture


By Brian Preston

Grove Press

Copyright © 2002 Brian Preston.
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 0802138977



Chapter One



Four years ago Rolling Stone magazine assigned me to write a story about the marijuana culture of Vancouver, British Columbia. Vancouver had been my home for nine years, and although I was a moderate toker by local standards, I had something of a reputation with my stressed New York editor: I was the West Coast stoner dude.

    Until then I hadn't considered myself part of any kind of pot community, any more than someone who picks up a six-pack thinks of himself as part of the beer community. I was a consumer, that's all, and pot was a product, a form of euphoria that came to me in convenient little plastic Baggies, in eighth or quarter ounces at a time. Sometimes it was good, sometimes it was mediocre, but I smoked it all regardless and never really worried too much about what variety it might be, or who had grown it, or where, or using what methods, any more than I would wonder about the dairy industry when buying a quart of homogenized milk.

    Though I've smoked it on and off since 1976, I only really started thinking about marijuana seriously when, researching that magazine story, I ended up in a store called the Little Grow Shop in Vancouver. The shop sold hydroponic and other indoor growing supplies, and marijuana seeds over the counter, from the basement of a larger store called Hemp B.C., an upscale head shop selling bongs, books, rolling papers, pipes, hemp jeans, and tie-dyed T-shirts on West Hastings Street. Downstairs in the Little Grow Shop I had the strange feeling of being in some urban mutation of the rural farm supply outlets I'd known as a kid—comfortable places where farmers stood around and swapped talk about the crops. Even the manner of speaking was the same—a clipped, minimalist farmer shorthand. The five staff members had varying experiences growing marijuana outdoors in swampy lowlands, dry prairie, hillsides and valleys; some had grown indoors, in soil or hydroponically, using chemical fertilizers or going totally organic. I learned a lot about growing pot just by eavesdropping at the counter:

    "We can't guarantee which are females. It's normal to get two or three males in ten seeds."

    "You're giving them way too much nitrogen."

    "Sativas grow taller than indicas as a rule."

    "You need a light, an exhaust fan, a reservoir to hold your water, soil, pots, nutrients, a good fertilizer, and good seed. For about a five-hundred-dollar start-up you can grow four ounces of pot every two months."

    "Absolutely everybody grows it differently, which tells you it's real easy to grow."

    Surrounded by super-enlarged photo posters of richly resinous buds from strains like B.C. Kush, White Rhino, and Pearly Girl, the store's staff dispensed advice, while the owner, Marc Emery, held court from his desk in the back corner of the open room. He wore his hair in a dated, parted-down-the-middle cut that showed too much of a spacious forehead, and had a habit of squinting as if he were trying to keep his glasses from slithering down his nose, yet somehow Emery managed to exude a kind of charisma. Likely you remember someone from high school who was smarter than the teachers and took pleasure in letting them know it. Emery would be the forty-year-old version of that bratty kid.

    He toked from a huge fattie consisting of a variety called Shiva Skunk, then lit up a personal favorite, a cross of two varieties, Northern Lights and Blueberry, but smoking huge quantities of reefer didn't seem to mellow him at all, as pot does most people. He kept up a caustic, funny patter—he doesn't so much talk as crow—and since he was the boss, no matter how obnoxious or abrasive his opinions became, no one could tell him to shut up.

    "American farm boy types come in here often," he told me, "and they'll stand there at the book rack, taking in the room over the top of a magazine for the longest time. Then suddenly a big smile comes over their face, and they'll burst out, 'Ah cain't buleeve what ahm seein' here!'"

    His desk was a clunky old wooden schoolteacher's model with three cubic feet of drawers that contained the most intense concentration of marijuana genetics in North America. There were about three hundred little black film canisters in Emery's desk, each holding seeds of a unique marijuana strain, some back-bred to stability, others a first-generation hybrid. Many of these strains were local varieties that have given Canada's west coast a reputation for some of the world's best pot.

    He wore a headset to take a constant stream of phone calls, and he was filling some of the $20,000 worth of mail orders he received each and every week, inlaying seeds in cardboard flats that he slid into envelopes bound most often for California and Australia. "Our Commonwealth brothers in Oz are really into pot," he said. "They're at the same stage of marijuana acceptance as Canada."



Listening to the staff chat to customers, I felt humbled, and a little intimidated, to be so thoroughly enlightened: growing pot can be approached with all the dedication and attention to horticultural science that any serious farmer gives his acreage, or any prizewinning gardener her rose bed. Beyond that, the fruits of these labors, the harvested flowers, can be damned or praised with the epicurean subtlety, the gourmandise, that the French or Italians bring to wine and food. Producing and imbibing the best marijuana can be elevated to an art form.



Researching the story gave me an excuse to keep hanging out at the Little Grow Shop. I really did enjoy the no-pretense General Store ambience of the place, plus there was the promise, or I should say the guarantee, of getting totally baked. By chance I met Jorge Cervantes, American author of Indoor Marijuana Horticulture and other outstanding grow books. "This is like a farmer's co-op," Jorge said as he took in the scene, "where you can meet growers and ask them what works for them. Europe is still much more advanced than here, but I think Vancouver's following in the same footsteps as Holland."

    Jorge had come north for a research tour. "As an author, I cannot and will not go to a grow room in the United States," he said. "I could go to jail for the rest of my life. If a grower gets arrested and they have evidence of me being there, then I'm an accomplice and I'm equally guilty under the RICO statute." The Racketeering Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act is a federal law from 1970 intended to fight organized crime, on the theory that planning to commit a crime, or even having knowledge of a crime, is the same as committing the crime, and should carry the same punishment. "I've been all over the world, and the U.S. is one of those Gestapo countries when it comes to marijuana laws," Jorge said. "Here in Canada I can visit people who are growing, do it carefully and quietly, and not have any troubles. And it's nice here."

    Many Americans think of Vancouver as part of the Pacific Northwest, but for Canadians it's the extreme southwest. In winter it's as warm as you can get and still be in Canada. It's like Seattle, only rainier, if you can imagine that. Vancouver's a great town. One point eight million people, and you can still say, as a friend did lately from a sidewalk chair outside a pleasant cafe, "Let's get out of this cultural contrivance and into the beauty of nature." Nature, in the form of clean beaches, or spectacular temperate rain forest, is twenty minutes away. That makes Vancouver my pick as best city in the world to smoke a doob and go for a walk.

    Jorge drove me east to the Vancouver suburb Coquitlam to visit the home of Mike, one of the five growers who at that time made up the Spice of Life seed company. We sat with him in the living room for a while, watching the local hockey team, the Canucks, take on Carolina on the tube.

    The house was a labyrinth of white-walled grow rooms, some no bigger than a closet. Jorge happily snapped pictures of me sniffing bud, pictures that Mike was careful to stay out of. Things are cool in Canada, but not that cool. Jorge said, "I can't believe the attitude in Spain right now. When I take pictures there, the growers want to be in them."

    Mike wished he could be that free. "As far as I'm concerned I'm not doing anything wrong at all," he said. "It's a crime that pot's illegal. It is. How dare they come in here and bust my ass, get the fuck out right now, that's how I feel about it. Turn around and don't break any lightbulbs on the way out."

    Jorge said, "You'd make it about a week in the U.S. with that attitude. You'd be kissing the floor with your hands behind your back, a big boot right on your neck"—he made a choking sound—"and every time you'd squeak they'd stomp you a little bit more."

    The plant names were labeled on white plastic knives stuck in the soil: Shishkaberry, Sweet Skunk, Purple Hempstar. The Shishkaberry, like the currently popular Bubbleberry, is a hybrid developed from a strain called Blueberry. Blueberry comes out of various crossings and recrossings of three strains: Highland Thai, also called Juicy Fruit when it was first bred in the 1970s in the American Pacific Northwest; Purple Thai, which was itself a cross between Chocolate Thai and Highland Oaxaca Gold; and a nameless Afghani indica.

    This knowledge may sound as though it were difficult to acquire, but truth be told, a ton of information is out there for anyone, for free, on the Internet. This is how Blueberry was described in Marc Emery's Summer 2000 catalogue: "80% Indica, 20% Sativa. Dates to the late 1970's. Large producer under optimum conditions. A dense and stout plant with red, purple and blue hues, usually cures to a lavender blue. The finished product has a very fruity aroma and tastes of blueberry. Notable euphoric high of the highest quality, and very long lasting. Medium to large calyxes. Stores well. Height 0.7 to I meter. Flowering 45-55 days."



The genus cannabis belongs to the cannabaceae family, which has only one other member, hops. Indica and sativa are the two major species of the cannabis genus (a third, Ruderalis, native to Russia, is seldom bred for marijuana, although I've seen people attempt it indoors in Canada and outdoors in California).

    Cannabis sativa originally grew (and still does grow) naturally nearer the equator than indicas. Sativas tend to be tall, from two to six meters, with long thin leaves and loose flowers. They smell fruity. The high is usually described as cerebral and uplifting.

    Cannabis indica is associated with the Hindu Kush region, the cooler, mountainous, more northerly terrain of Afghanistan and Pakistan. It's a smaller plant, one or two meters high, with short, fat leaves and tight, heavily resinous flowers. Almost all commercial strains of cannabis have some indica bred into them, because slow-growing long-limbed pure sativas aren't profitable. Indicas tend to smell more skunky than sweet. The high is a heavier "body" stone.

    Smoke a sativa and go for a swim, and you're likely to feel yourself to be a water sprite, splashing on the diamond surface. Smoke an indica, and you'll feel yourself a shark, with an urge to hold long breaths and descend to the murky depths.

    Most marijuana varieties have a lineage as complex as Blueberry, but not all of them are as well-documented. The venerable weed is, after all, illegal, and breeding in most places is a clandestine, secretive, risky business. And even if pot were legal, many growers would want to keep trade secrets from their competitors.

    Mike pointed to an oddly spindly plant and said, "This one is really interesting, it's called Parsley Bud. It's going through a bit of stress right now, but all the leaves grow that way." Rather than spreading out in the familiar seven-leaf pattern, the crinkly leaves clung in tight bunches. "I'm crossing it with a purple strain to get the color into it, then I'm going to back-cross back, to try and keep some purple color with this leaf structure. It does not look like a pot plant."

    "It looks like it should have berries," I said.

    "The cops could fly over and look for what they're used to looking for, and not see that one. Great, eh?"

    Mike had a new strain called Romulan he wanted us to taste. He was planning on entering it in an upcoming Cannabis Cup in Amsterdam. The Cannabis Cup is a huge smokefest hosted annually by New York-based High Times magazine, America's leading monthly devoted to marijuana since 1974.

    "We should hire someone to dress like a Star Trek character and hand out free samples," he said. "It's like any world-class flower show: you've gotta impress the judges."


Chapter Two



Wild and free for countless millennia, cannabis is believed to have evolved in central Asia. Either that or God created it on the third day, and saw that it was good. When human beings started to figure out how to grow plants, cannabis was one of their first choices. It has been continuously cultivated in China since Neolithic times, about six thousand years ago. In ancient China the plant was used as a cereal grain, for medicinal purposes, and especially for its fibers. The rich wore silk, the poor clothed themselves in sturdy hemp. Hui-Lin Li, a botanist at the University of Pennsylvania, states, "From the standpoint of textile fibers, three centers can be recognized in the ancient Old World—the linen [flax] culture in the Mediterranean region, the cotton culture of India, and the hemp culture in eastern Asia."

    A fifth-century Chinese medical text differentiates between the plant's "nonpoisonous" seeds (ma-tze) and the "poisonous" fruits (ma-fen), according to Li. The text states;, "Ma-fen is not much used in prescriptions (now-a-days). Necromancers use it in combination with ginseng to set forward time in order to reveal future events." A tenth-century work observes, "It clears blood and cools temperature ... it undoes rheumatism. If token in excess it produces hallucinations and a staggering gait. If taken over the long term, it causes one to communicate with spirits and lightens one's body."

    From China the plant spread to India, where it was awarded sacred status in the Vedas, the central texts of Hinduism, recorded between 1400 and 1000 B.C. In India's Ayurvedic medical tradition...

(Continues...)


Excerpted from POT PLANET by Brian Preston. Copyright © 2002 by Brian Preston. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.


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Table of Contents

1 My Hometown 1
2 Bon Voyage 8
3 Nepal 23
4 Southeast Asia: Thailand, Laos, and Cambodia 53
5 Australia 88
6 England 114
7 Amsterdam 143
8 Switzerland and Spain 173
9 Morocco 184
10 The Kootenays and the Coast 214
11 The Cannabis Cup 238
12 The United States of America 251
13 Two Justices 266
14 Pot Polemic 277
Epilogue 287
Acknowledgments 289
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    Very informative book that explains some intensive history, horticulture, and culture of marijuana. And the author's personal experiences in global hash use and attitude is at times poignant, humorous, and profound. Thoroughly enjoyed this read and would recommend it to anyone interested in the plant cannabis.

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