Because I live in the mushroom kingdom.

Let me explain.

Rushing in from the "deep freeze", my sense of smell (my smelling buds) was overwhelmed by an aroma I had never before experienced. It was not outright pleasant, but after a tiny adjustment period, I found myself breathing deeply.

Doing my best impression of Leroy Brown, I rightly concluded that the smell was burnt mushrooms (yeah I asked my mom what she did).

I think my mom just facilitated my third-hand smoking of mushrooms. My first semi-encounter with not-real-drugs. How exciting. And revolting.