Purple Haze 19-69 2017

What should I do with this little vial now? 'Purple Haze' was written on it along with '1969'. So, if what was inside was what it said on the label, then it must have gone bad a long time ago and this stuff surely wouldn't work anymore, or would be unpredictable at best. The latter made me pause. How much of an establishment figure do you have to be to throw away a test tube full of Purple Haze that has matured for over half a century? Besides, cannabis was listed among the ingredients, so there was no doubt about that. The only question now was how to use it. In tea, in cake, in tobacco, or would it be better to just swallow it?
I cautiously opened the small glass cylinder. A part of the liquid escaped over my fingers, hiding on my arm, spreading there. As I looked after the drop, I thought I perceived tiny clouds whispering softly, Mediterranean green, towering Giacometti cypress clouds, barely larger than matchsticks, greenish-yellow marble-sized bergamot clouds, flower-shaped pale violet clouds that smelled of light woods. But cannabis? This was no psychedelic party, no swirling intoxication, not even a longing for sweetness.
I closed my eyes to focus even more on the intimate experience, to enhance the colors of the film. I hallucinated bright woods frolicking to dry on a freshly mowed summer meadow, kitchen herbs and bright flowers. Damn, that’s exactly how the contents of the little plastic bags smelled that the guys in the city park had sold you when you needed something quick. It looked like ground cannabis leaves, but was usually just dried meadow grass with herbs. The money was gone, and we probably smoked wasps again, assuming their concentrated venom could do something. It always cracked like a campfire.
I turned back to the inner meadow, leaving the quiet grasses behind, smelling the sunny clean earth, on which surely no hippie had ever danced, marveling at moving boards dripping with soft vanilla, just a few warmer hours in shy, intimate silence. I thought about what we think about when we think about grass.