In Search of Morocco’s Hashish Heritage
I landed in Marrakesh after a five-hour flight from Stockholm. It’s late afternoon in October, the light was fading, the air calm, almost welcoming. That illusion lasted thirty seconds. I met Lahcen, our rental guy, grabbed the keys, and dove straight into one of the most chaotic traffic jams I’ve ever seen. I hadn’t driven…
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