He smells it - it's a strong odor ... of marijuana, which had been recently smoked inside there. Then, sitting, in plain view in the vehicle, ... on the seat, is a bag of it.

It was a lot of marijuana. So as you could imagine, it gave off quite an odor.

Back inside, I’m shown an antique cabinet in which members of the community, famous for their homegrown produce, dried herbs.

The Oneida Community was an upstate tourist attraction right from the start, second, Valesky says, to Niagara Falls. I’m taking the same guided tour offered a hundred and fifty years ago to prim rubbernecks who came here to peep at sex fiends. I wonder how many of my vacationing forebears went home disappointed? They thought they were taking the train to Gomorrah but instead they got to watch herbs dry. Valesky opens a drawer in the herb cabinet so I can get a whiff. He mentions that back in the day, when one tourist was shown the cabinet she rudely asked her community-member guide, “What’s that odor?” To which the guide replied, “Perhaps it’s the odor of crushed selfishness.” Valesky grins. “How about that for a utopian answer?” To my not particularly utopian nose, crushed selfishness smells a lot like cilantro.

When they walked up to it there was a heavy odor of marijuana coming from the vehicle.

One of the victims, she made ID off a photo lineup.

Today's marijuana is also twice as strong as it was in the mid 80's.