I am now reminded of something amusing when working during my earlier career as a forensic biologist.

A detective from one of the local forces brought in a large plastic dustbin liner full of marijuana, collected at one of the UK's largest rock festivals, for analysis. The bin liner was full of smaller bags, each of which had to be individually checked and analyzed. He was a nice and jovial chap and said he would return in a week to collect the sack of samples and the report.

Duly, a week later, he returned. Not unsurprisingly, scientific analysis had revealed all the samples to indeed be cannabis and this was duly recorded in the report given to him.

He seemed very pleased and thanked myself and the lab assistants for our work. As he was leaving with the bin liner, one of the lab techs called after him

"...and bloody good stuff it was too...!"

Fortunately, being a nice type of bloke he took it in good spirit!

Ah...the joys of destructive testing!

mooman