People offended by the aroma of fresh chicken manure have been advised for centuries not to move to the country. For people living in and around Carpinteria, however, the problem is the exact opposite.
In this case, we’re talking cannabis, not chicken poop.
I have a friend who lives in downtown Carpinteria, just spitting distance from The Spot. Depending on how winds blow, she says, the smell can get brutal. Sometimes she’d swear someone was lighting up in her living room. Nevertheless, my friend takes pains not to take sides. She runs a small business; cannabis growers pay cash.