So there was this huge talk about KNOTFEST’s Official Scent some months back. Silly ol’ Shawn “Clown” Crahan wanted everyone—from behind and over the barricade—to breathe the refreshing and invigorating aroma of burning oil and camel shit. Unfortunately, the idea was turned down by California fire officials, but KNOTFEST’s people announced that they will still find a way to make the scent there.
And as much as I was looking forward to the show, I was dreading the thought of having to breathe in all that camel shit. But fate works in mysterious ways—I managed to catch a horrible cold a few days before KNOTFEST. I thought I’d be spared, but as soon as I walked past the metal gates of the San Manuel Amphitheater, there was no sign of burning oil or camel dung. I searched for it all day despite my clogged sinuses, but to no avail.
When it seemed as though KNOTFEST failed to give itself its own official scent, I came to realize that there actually was one. It was everywhere, and it was pretty damn strong. I bet you’ve got the perfect idea of what that magical scent was.
LOL. It was weed.