Was there a long time ago, at the height of the hippie season. Just because you were not an Arab, kids ran after you on the streets shouting "Hippie! Hippie!" A Moroccan who'd lived in Amsterdam told me how to say "*u** o**!" in Arab to vendors and beggars. It came in very handy.
But those hippies knew what they were doing. A key of kif cost you 40 Dirham - that's eight Yankee dollars, folks.
the shot on the left, top row, was made from the balcony-terrace of Café Arganta blown up in April 2011—no doubt by pious adherents of the Religion of Peace
One of these days I will upload Kasse-el-Kif Zirkhani M'hamed where a Moroccan shows the art of cutting kif. He kept complaining that the tobacco they mixed it with (for smooth burning) was so expensive: it was taxed.
Frustratingly, in Morocco you could only get French Ektachrome.