“I fail to see how anyone can smoke that stinking weed”
Sort of how I feel about Scotch, especially the single-malt stuff. One tiny sip of it makes me feel nauseated.
I remember when we were stationed at Fort Riley, KS (1972-77) we lived of post and my husband and our neighbors were sitting all together outside smoking grass. I walked by them onetime and the stench of that weed hit my nose right away. Naturally I went right back in the house.