Weed, obviously. But also a ton of innovation, some surprising ingredients, a dose of hucksterismโand a tradition on the verge of being extinguished.
"So ,โ I ask Seth Rogen, โhow many joints do you roll a week?โ
โI donโt know. Between fifty and seventy-five.โ
โCan you roll while we talk?โ
Stupid question. Anyone who rolls fifty-plus joints a week can roll while he talks. But Rogen lets it slide.
โSure. I can roll. Let me try to find a surface.โ
And with that, Rogen, he of stoner-film fame, locates a surface and begins rolling while weโre talking, his fingers dancing across the paper as he preps, stuffs, shapes, and twists. Rogen is in Los Angeles, taking a break from working on The Studio, a new TV show heโs writing, directing, and acting in, while Iโm in New Mexico, taking a break from eating Fritos. While Rogen rolls, I reach for the joint Iโd spent eleven minutes readying the night before, as I did not want to bring shame upon my head by trying to sculpt a jay in front of one of the five most celebrated puffers on earth. Out of Zoomโs view, I primp my wilting doobie one final time before casually revealing it to the camera. Rogen doesnโt notice.
โWhat are you putting inside?โ I ask.
โSativa. A Jack Herer variety.โ
โAnd what are you rolling with?โ
โBrown rice paper.โ
At which point, precisely forty-one seconds after he began, Rogen completes his task. Like a man whoโs caught a beautiful, perfectly proportioned if very small bass, he holds it up to the camera.
The joint is flawless.
โThere you go. I roll the tube and then Iโll seal one end, then I roll up the filter and I use that to kind of like, you know, pack the joint.โ Rogen flicks a flame to his brown torpedo. I do the same to mine. We are now in a smoke-filled Zoom.
โFifty to seventy-five joints a week,โ I say. โWhat is it about the physical act of rolling that you like?โ
โNothing. The truth is,โ he says, growing animated and ticking off the whys on his fingers, โthereโs not a pre-roll that exists that has the type of weed I want in it, rolled the way I want. Itโs mostly that I just like to smoke joints and I like a very specific type of weed, and the marriage of those two. I like to smoke a specific type of joint. I donโt like cones. I like my joints to be very, like, cylindrical. I donโt like them to be too big. I donโt want them unwieldy. I want them to have a filter. I have, like, a pretty specific thing Iโm going for. And so I have to do it myself in order to get what Iโm actually looking for.โ
โWhy not hit a bong or a pipe?โ
โItโs just not the same. I actually think I get, like, a different type of high from smoking a joint versus a pipe or a bong. And thatโs the feeling that I am personally looking for.โ
And this is the reason Iโm speaking with Rogen. Yes, of course, he starred in cannabis-infused classics like Pineapple Express and Knocked Up, but Rogen makes more than movies. He makes earthy ceramic ashtrays, stylish pour-over sets, and crackled-clay candleholders for his design-forward side hustle, a weed-adjacent, deeply domestic lifestyle brand called Houseplant. And recently he launched his own line of, yes, rolling papers. Not industrial-chic vapes or Bauhaus-inspired bongs but good old-fashioned, coupla-bucks-a-pack rolling papers.
Rogen tells me that he and his Houseplant team spent years thinking about and researching papers. Not surprisingly, he was looking for a well-constructed, clean paper but also one produced by a company that put a premium on both transparency and environmental sustainability. He landed on OCB, a century-old company now owned by Republic Brands. Rogen and Houseplant decided to carry OCBโs brown rice, classic white, and bamboo papers and then went about designing packaging for the Houseplant-branded booklets. His biodegradable booklets are classyโclean lines, sophisticated typeface, unexpected colors. โThey arenโt designed to blend in with your coffee table,โ he says. โTheyโre designed to be a centerpiece, and that truly does destigmatize the whole act of weed smoking.โ
Uncover the Secrets Hidden in Your Rolling Paper - The Bluntness
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Rolling Papers Unpacked
WHEN I STARTED ROLLING JOINTS, back in my early teensโback in the late seventiesโgetting high was stigmatized, but it was also pretty straightforward. Gummies, vapes, tinctures, topicals, dabs, shatter, oral sprays, THC-lined drinking straws, THC-saturated coffee pods, and cannabis-infused sparkling beverage products didnโt exist. Bongs were too big to be reliably hidden from our parents; the bulge that a pipe made in the front pocket of our Leviโs was awkward, unseemly. So we turned to rolling papers, which could be surreptitiously slipped into a sock drawer or pocket, which were affordable on a five-dollar-a-week allowance, and which, with a bit of practice using a few pinches of Momโs oregano, allowed us to exhibit a modicum of mastery in a world we were still trying to figure out.
In those days, I carried a booklet of Zig-Zags everywhere, for reasons both totemistic and pragmatic. When our attempt at crafting a Mountain Dewโbottle gravity bong failed, we reached for our papers. When our pipe got confiscated on the way into the Stones concert, we reached for our papers. But the moment I realized that rolling papers had qualities beyond the purely practicalโthe moment I realized they had a certain romance to themโcame in my early twenties: I was in a cafรฉ in Paris with a dark-eyed American woman Iโd just met. We were drinking wine and she began rolling a cigarette. She rolled with cred and confidence, never once breaking eye contact to look at her handiwork. When she slowly ran her tongue across the paper, my heart skipped a beat. Twenty years later, we got divorced.
During the kid-raising years, when Iโd sworn off smoke, Iโd catch myself looking with gauzy nostalgia at the rolling papers displayed behind convenience-store countersโBambรบ and Bugler, Rizla and Raw, E-Z Wider and, of course, Zig-Zags. And then, as legalization gathered momentum, THC-delivery methods became both increasingly diversified and alluring: Edibles made getting high absurdly easy, vapes took a load off your lungs, goofy-ass bongs got an Alessi-like makeover, even dabbing no longer required a torch-driven kit that screamed โMeth!โ In what can only be described as the domestication of what we once called โdope,โ technical innovations suddenly made it possible for you to sip your smoke from a wine-like glass and prepare multi-course meals with infused ingredients.
And rolling papers? Well, they still lived in little cardboard booklets just as they always hadโbut dispensaries seemed to be elbowing them off the shelves to make room for trendier products. For new users, of which there were now many, sucking on a cute, watermelon-margarita-flavored gummy was clearly less intimidating than teaching themselves how to roll a proper joint. In fact, at this point in the evolution of cannabis culture, itโs fair to ask a question that once would have been considered laughable or heretical or both: Will rolling papersโthe exoskeletal signifier of the counterculture, the symbol of mind expansion, of freedom, of peace and love, of the munchiesโface extinction at the hands of the very subculture they sparked?
My own hands? Maybe not so clean. As I looked at my stash of edibles, at my shelf of whiz-bang smoking contraptions, I had to admit that for nearly five decades, Iโd taken the humble rolling paper pretty much for granted. For the hundreds of papers Iโd purchased, carried, filled, rolled, and lit, I realized I knew next to nothing about them. And so, fearing the sacred emblems of my youth were destined for historyโs ashtray, I set out to unpack the rolling paper. In the end, I would travel thousands of miles to visit the site where most of the worldโs papers are made, would meet the Henry Ford of rolling papers, would hear from data analysts and OG rollers about what weโd lose if this whisper-thin piece of paper thatโs shaped our culture for so long actually were to become obsolete.
Anatomy of a Rolling Paper
ALTHOUGH ROGEN TALKS ABOUT DESTIGMATIZATION, itโs not what led the seemingly carefree chucklehead stoner deep into the nitty-gritty science of the rolling-paper industry. โIn Canada, we were making pre-roll joints, and the Canadian government told us that the papers we were using were not up to their health standards,โ he says. โWhich indicated that they might not be made out of what they said they were made out of. . . . Honestly, that was the first thing that scared the shit out of me.โ
At which point he breaks into his trademark yuk-yuk-yuk and adds: โI smoke so many joints, and Iโm getting older, and I really wanted to know that I was using the best possible paper to smoke my joints.โ
But because rolling papers are barely regulated and arenโt required to list their ingredientsโand in the U.S. arenโt even tested in every stateโitโs nearly impossible to know whatโs in the paper youโre inhaling. There can be additives that change the color of the ash, alter the burn speed, brighten the white of the paper. You know those pre-rolls with the company logos on them, and those papers that come in spanky colors? A recent academic study detected eyebrow-raising levels of heavy metalsโincluding copper, chromium, and vanadiumโin many of these papers, due in large part to the ink and artificial dyes. (As one rolling-paper CEO told me, โIf youโre adding ink to paper, itโs going to have heavy metals. Itโs not a question mark. Itโs how much.โ) Flavored papers can also be problematic, as the โflavorโ is often a sprayed-on artificial coating.
Likewise, while some papers promote themselves as being โorganic,โ โvegan,โ or โgluten-freeโโsounding more like an Erewhon muffin than a tube for Durban Poisonโyou canโt really know which marketing claims are mere puffery. In 2023, a federal court ordered Raw, the rolling-paper powerhouse, to stop making certain claims on its packaging, including that its organic hemp papers are โunrefined,โ made from โthe center of the stalk,โ or made from โnatural hemp gum.โ Forbes magazine characterized the company at the time as โrelying on deceitful claims and aggressive hucksterism.โ
There are also promises made on booklet labels that, while not deceptive, are hard to parse: Thereโs no industry-standard definition for what terms like โthinโ and โslow burningโ actually mean. On the flip side, not all papers that are whitened or โbleachedโ necessarily use chlorine or other chemicals; OCB papers, for instance, are whitened with an oxygenation process that leaves no residue.
That said, the material your paper is made from can steer your selection. In one lab I visited, I looked at papers under a microscope and could see the plant fibers from which they were made. Turns out itโs the fibers that drive the smoking experience.
Wood-pulp fibers, from which most rolling papers are still made, are long and tightly packed, which leads to a faster burn rateโand a shorter smoking session. Wood-based papersโ relative thickness provides more structure, allowing joints to hold their shape better than those using papers made from other materials, a trait appreciated by beginning rollers. However, that thickness also increases the burn speed and can overwhelm the natural flavors of the cannabis. Back in the day, when weed tasted like hot dirt and taking quick hits behind a 7-Eleven was the norm, this was acceptable. But legalization means thereโs no need to rush, so when your Lemon Haze actually tastes like fresh-picked citrus, it makes sense to take a beat and enjoy what the plant has to offer.
Papers made from hemp are thinner than those made from wood, offering a slower burn, a smoother smoke, and a slight earthy taste. The differences between papers can be subtle, and much of it comes down to personal preference, but environmentally conscious smokers are increasingly turning to hemp, a sustainable crop that grows quickly, requires minimal chemical fertilizers and pesticides, and uses far less water. Growing a single tree takes years; papers made from hemp or rice go from seed to store in a single year.
Producing rolling paper from rice, with its short fibers, is notoriously difficultโso difficult, in fact, that some of the so-called โrice papersโ on the market are not actually made entirely from, you know, rice. Republic, the company that manufactures the OCB brand Rogen selected, spent three years developing a blend of rice and hempโas well as the technology to position the fibers in a specific wayโto create an incredibly thin paper thatโs strong enough to stand up to fingers and flame. Rice paperโs thinness can make it harder for new rollers to handle, and rice joints tend to need relighting, but the payoff comes in a clean smoke that doesnโt bigfoot the plantโs flavor, a silky-to-the-touch feel, a slow and even burn, less ash, eco-friendliness, and something Rogen gets excited about: โYou can actually see, like, the rice grains in the paper!โ
Uncover the Secrets Hidden in Your Rolling Paper - The Bluntness
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How Legalization Changed Smoking
THE SHEER TONNAGE OF GOOD HERB that โrecreational useโ unleashed on the market is reshaping the way America gets highโand the way we roll. One smoking tradition has pretty much vanished: pinching the microscopic end of the jointโthe roachโas your fingers blackened and burned. Roach clips, which were often adorned with a feather and dangled moronically from rearview mirrors, have also been benched. My kids, twenty-five and twenty-two, have used a roach clip exactly as often as theyโve used a typewriter. Auryn McCafferty, an award-winning breeder and the founder of Purple City Genetics in Oakland, told me that the last time he visited his father, a seventy-five-year-old OG smoker and onetime black-market weed โentrepreneur,โ he watched, stupefied, as his old man pulled an itsy-bitsy roach from the ashtray, clipped it, lit it, and hit it. โI was like, โWhat the fuck are you doing? Thereโs plenty of weed around! There are dispensaries everywhere! You look crazy doing that!โโ
Likewise, the โfatty,โ once the Holy Grail for every pothead I ever knew, is being kicked to the curb by the โdogwalker,โ a half-pint joint not meant to get you walleyed stoned but rather tailored to take the edge off your twenty-minute poop-scooping stroll. (As one friend put it, โWeed is so strong now that not many of us require the services of a spliff as fat as your finger.โ) Iโm seeing guests bring a box of dogwalkers to parties in lieu of a bottle of Bordeaux.
But the biggest shiftโand the biggest boostโto the nearly $1 billion rolling-paper market is the wildfire spread of the pre-roll, along with its slightly more DIY cousin, the empty cone. Both the pre-roll (which comes loaded and lighter ready) and the cone (a perfectly shaped but empty vessel in which the smoker stuffs his choice of herb) are beyond convenient, always look spectacular, and continue to grow in popularity. According to Mitchell Laferla, an analyst at Headset, a top cannabis data-analytics firm, pre-rolls are now the number-three category among consumers (behind flower and vapes), taking a 15.3 percent slice of the market. Women in particular are leaning into pre-rolls: Women purchase 35 percent of all cannabis categories but are responsible for a comparatively higher shareโ39 percentโof pre-roll sales, a number that has only increased over the past few years.
The knock on pre-rolls was always that they were a cylindrical home for old, unwanted, possibly moldy shake and trim that, shrouded by the rolling paper, a user would never see. (โThey had a stigma. I wouldnโt touch โem,โ says McCafferty.) But pre-rolls have gotten a glow-up thanks to the recent trend of infusing them with a high-potency concentrate like wax or hash. Sales stats for rolling papers meant for cannabis use are impossible to untangle from those intended for tobacco (most papers are still sold at convenience stores and gas stations, and thereโs no telling what a purchase is intended for), but Laferla says that for the first eight months of 2024, pre-roll sales easily cleared $2 billion.
The Perils of Perfection
WHERE DO ALL THESE PRE-ROLLS COME FROM? Letโs start with the paper casing. Odds are the paper for the next pre-roll or empty cone you buy was assembled by hand and in about fifteen seconds by one of the four thousand mostly female employees of Hara Supply, the King Kong of the cone world. Hara, founded in 2017 by two guys whoโd once been roommates at George Washington University, now has nine massive factories in and around Delhi, India, dedicated to cone making. Last year, Hara produced well over a billion cones.
When I ask Bryan Gerber, Haraโs thirty-three-year-old cofounder and CEO, about the factors driving our countryโs pre-roll love, he says, โTheyโre obviously convenient, but itโs also about physics.โ Physics? โThe draw of the airflow, from a larger point to a skinnier point, is the way that cannabis should be smoked,โ he explains. โWhen you roll your own, it doesnโt typically burn evenly and you often get too much airflow coming through, which is why you cough. A cone channels the smoke into this tighter window, into the filter tip, cooling it as thatโs happening.โ
Once constructed, Haraโs cones are shipped to dispensaries and vertically integrated cannabis companies in the States, which will fill them with their own strains. The machines that do this are kind of a trip: Imagine a flat colander topped with ground-up weed that shimmies and vibrates as the flower sifts into dozens of waiting, open-mouthed cones. Most machines can adjust the weight of each batch of pre-rolls as well as how tightly theyโre packed. One high-end โknockbox,โ the dishwasher-sized STM RocketBox 2.0, costs a mere $18,570 and promises a 453-joints-in-five-minutes fill rate; it even provides an automatic, fancy-pants โDutch Crownโ fold at the end, rendering the Platonically perfect joint.
But perfection is a funny thing, one that can rub up uncomfortably against the loosey-goosey weed ethos that predates the current cannabis-as-packaged-goods era. With the onset of antiseptic Apple Store chicโvisible in dispensaries, product packaging, and, yes, the pre-rollโcomes a disconnect from the plant itself, meaning that a pre-roll smoker no longer needs to touch or even see the source of his high.
Pre-rolls most definitely giveth in terms of aesthetics and consistency, but they also taketh away. The inveterate weedsters I spoke with about old-fashioned rolling lamented the loss of โforeplay, you know, the anticipation,โ โa James Bondโlike expertise,โ โa link to the past,โ โcontrol over what you ingest,โ and โDude, thereโs nothing social about a pre-roll.โ In fact, in the short ten years since the countryโs first recreational dispensary opened, itโs become harder and harder to find a twenty-something who can roll. Or who even wants to roll. โRolling is becoming a lost art,โ Gerber says.
Not every longtime roller believes thatโs so bad. Verena von Pfetten, cofounder of Gossamer, a gorgeous cannabis-friendly magazine and lifestyle brand, is steeped in both trends and traditions. She told me that in the publicationโs early days, circa 2018, she felt that rolling know-how was a must, especially for women, because in a male-dominated industry, โshowing that a woman could be as much of a connoisseur of cannabis as a man was important. And part of that had to do with rolling a joint.โ The joint-rolling workshops von Pfetten led for women sometimes had as many as sixty students in attendance.
โBut as Iโve gotten older and as the industry has grown up,โ she says, rolling has become less consequential to cannabis cred. โI can roll a joint if I want to, but I no longer feel the need to prove myself.โ Rolling skills still carry social weight, she says, โbut the juice isnโt always worth the squeeze.โ For one thing, โI donโt even remember the last time I smoked an entire joint. Weed is so strong now that I might take a couple hits, then put it out, then pick it up the next day, then put it out, and at a certain point, even the most beautiful hand-rolled joint isnโt that beautiful anymore.โ
Rolling Towards Bethlehem
ONE OF THE FIRST COMPANIES to produce rolling papers also made the thin, strong, beautifully bright pages that filled . . . Bibles. I have that fact in mind as I enter the factory where, some 105 years ago, brothers Jacques and Maurice Braunstein began churning out their revolutionary rolling papersโZig-Zagsโat scale. In 1894, the French frรจres, name-checked on every booklet of Zig-Zags, figured out that folding (or โinterleavingโ) the papers in the shape of a Z, with the edge of one paper tucked into the crease of the next, allowed the first paper pulled from the booklet to seamlessly draw the second into positionโnot unlike a paper-towel dispenser. This upgrade removed just enough friction from the process to turn the brand into a global icon. Today, Zig-Zags account for nearly one of every three booklets sold in the U.S. For old-schoolers like me, this factory can only be described as rolling-paper Bethlehem.
โThe first rolling papers I ever heard of were Zig-Zags,โ Rogen told me. Same here. And if the teenage me, the kid who looked at Jeff Spicoli and thought โrole model,โ had known that one day his middle-aged, nearly bald self would amble into the very manger where millions and millions of Zig-Zags were born, I can tell you this: Heโd have laughed his ass off.
It was here, on the floor of this factory, that the mysterious Zig-Zag manโbearded, dressed in an open jacket and head wrap, a smoke in one hand and a pack of papers in the otherโgraced booklet after booklet coming off the line. The Zig-Zag man is modeled after a Zouave, a soldier in an elite North African unit that fought for the French in the Crimean War. According to a chronologically dubious and likely apocryphal legend, during the violent Battle of Sevastopol, a bullet pierced a Zouaveโs pipe and, desperate for a smoke, he MacGyvered a hand-rolled cigarette using paper he tore from his bag of gunpowder. Improbably, the Zouave has come to stand not just for a few moments of smoky pleasure and not just for a brand but for counterculture itself.
The old Braunstein factory sits a thousand yards from the effete Evian bottling plant in a smallish French town called Thonon-les-Bains, on the green lip of Lake Genevaโpapermaking requires a merde-load of waterโwith the Alps beginning their steep climb just behind it. Today the plant produces all the paper used in Zig-Zags but also in OCB, JOB, E-Z Wider, Top, Joker, Abadie Paris, and the other brands owned by Republic.
I was expecting something weed-y and Willy Wonkaโesque, but the factory looks like the set for a World War IIโera village on a Hollywood back lot, a collection of hardworking, century-old buildings with fading brick chimneys and paint-chipped shutters. This is rolling paperโs working-class roots, where muscle-y Frenchmen with close-cropped hair and protective eyewear move steadily between the buildings. Many of them have parents, possibly grandparents, who worked at the factory before them.
The Man Behind Your Papers
IโM WALKING THE FACTORY GROUNDS with the man who knows more about rolling papers than anyone living or dead. That man is Don Levin, and Don Levin does not look the part. Now in his early seventies, Levin presents as a graying Linus Van Pelt who left Snoopy and blanket behind and began reading The Wall Street Journal. His quick rejoinders land with the nasal, flat a of a Chicago native; his eyes can flick from twinkly to piercingly serious. Levin owns Republic Brands, and for an exceedingly wealthy man, he is exceedingly down-to-earth and can be disarmingly straightforward. (โThereโs no good that comes from smoking anything,โ he tells me within minutes of our first meeting. โNothing good is happening to your lungs, right?โ) If youโve ever rolled a joint, thereโs an extremely good chance youโve set a small piece of Don Levinโs lifeโs work on fire.
In the early seventies, Levin sold his stake in a hippie headshop, Adamโs Apple (โA Progressive General Storeโ), on the North Side of Chicago and moved into the less-likely-to-be-raided-by-the-cops field of rolling-paper sales. His time at Adamโs Apple had tipped him to the fact that the counterculture was positively desperate for papers (โWhen I started, people would drive twenty-five miles to find a packโ), and over the past fifty years, he has built what can only be described as a global rolling empire. Taken together, his Republic Brands produce more papers than any other company, an astonishing 1.2 billion booklets a year. Which means that Levin, working quietly, almost invisibly behind the scenes, has arguably done more for pot smokers than mainstream influencers like Seth, Snoop, Woody, or even Willie. One other thing separates Levin from Willie: โI canโt roll,โ he says. โI never could. I have no dexterity.โ
Levin and I, along with his then chief revenue officer (whose name, I swear on a stack of fresh Bible paper, is Rebecca Roll), enter a huge storage room. Bales of wood, rice, hemp, and flax stacked twenty feet high wait to be soaked, pulped, pressed, dried, turned into paper, and spooled. It feels funny, in a way, that all of these people, all of this raw material, all of this infrastructureโthe deep pools of wet glop, the massive conveyor belts and fans, miles of pipes, bobbins the size of cars, a furnace that looks like the entrance to hell itself, not to mention millions of dollars to make the entire process more eco-consciousโlive in the service of creating a product whose sole purpose is to be destroyed and leave no trace other than a foggy memory.
Once the raw material is converted into paper, itโs sent a dayโs drive south, to Perpignan, an old French coastal city two hours north of Barcelona, where Republic has built the worldโs largest, most productive rolling-paper factory. From the outside, itโs straight-up Dunder Mifflin. But inside, a nonstop industrial ballet plays out across 190,000 square feet of factory floor: Massive rolls of paper unspool before me, waiting to be watermarked with a logo then trimmed to rolling size, edged at a rate of hundreds of yards per minute with a thin line of natural Kenyan acacia gum that (once licked) will hold the joint together, and packed into a tight and tidy booklet of thirty-two or so leaves. With Fantasia-like relentlessness, booklet after booklet of Republicโs papers zip down long, humming conveyor belts and land neatly in a branded box bound for one of 104 countries. Everything is temperature regulated, humidity controlled, automated, state-of-the-art; a robot stacks pallets of papers; and thereโs even a machine that fixes other machines. If the factory on Lake Geneva was a reminder of rolling paperโs blue-collar past, this feels like its seamless, whirring future.
In the Lab
IโM LED INTO REPUBLICโS COMPACT, second-floor lab by Santiago โSantiโ Sรกnchez, the companyโs president and top engineer. Sรกnchez, who has logged nearly four decades in the rolling-paper business, is widely considered a paper obsessive, known to scour parking lots frequented by smokers to study their tossed cigarettes for any handmade modifications to the papers, like folded corners, ripped edges, or homespun filters.
In the lab, a few whitecoats conduct quality control on Republicโs rolling papers while also analyzing its competitorsโ papersโas well as papers that look like Republic papers but are actually knockoffs. Counterfeits (mainly from China) are an increasing problem in the rolling-paper industry, and when Levin brings up the topic, the twinkle leaves his eyes. โTheyโre selling dangerous products under my name,โ he says, mentioning heavy metals and chemicals, โand that bothers me. That makes me crazy.โ
Sรกnchez points out the microscopes, the machines that measure a paperโs tensile strength, various monitors and scales. The technically challenging goal, of course, is to make a leaf both thin and strong. Regular Zig-Zag papers weigh 14.7 grams per square meter (GSM in industry-speak) compared with, say, a page of my home printer paper, which is closer to 90. At 10 GSM, Republicโs OCB Ultimate is quite possibly the lightest paper on the market. (Allow me to help you win a bar bet: Your average single rolling paper weighs in at .05 grams and withstands about 5.7 pounds of pressure.)
Let the Good Times Roll
GIVEN THAT PEOPLE HAVE BEEN SMOKING in one form or another for thousands of years, and that paper itself has been around since A.D. 105, rolling papers are a surprisingly recent invention. Their origin story is murky: Some accounts have them invented in Spain, others in France. Some in the 1500s, others the 1600s. Was the inventor a soldier, a sailor, a monk? Unclear. But the modern rolling-paper booklet, the thing you and I think of when we think of rolling papers? That was created in France, in 1838, by Jean Bardou, a onetime baker who concluded that carrying around loose sheets of thin paper in oneโs pocket was neither user-friendly nor hygienic.
Bardouโs paradigm-shifting innovation was to neatly sandwich his small papers between cardboard and tie up the package with a ribbon. It was the killer app. Right off the bat, business boomed, and he began proudly imprinting the booklets with his initialsโJBโslipping a diamond between the letters. Smokers thought the diamond was an O and began calling them โJOB.โ Monsieur Bardou embraced his graphic-design flub and before long had himself a recognizable brand and French patent number 8872.
His son Pierre took over the biz in 1853, bought a building in Perpignan, and turned it into a stately mansion and the JOB manufacturing facility. It was a busy spot: At one point, Pierre employed some three hundred women, as well as a suite of steam-powered machines, to assemble the popular booklets. Today, nearly two hundred years after Jean Bardouโs breakthrough, JOB is the number-one-selling paper in the U.S. (Zig-Zag is number two.)
Strolling through the three-story, art nouveau palace that Bardouโs booklets builtโthrough the lush central courtyard, up the interior double-wide staircase, into grand and high-ceilinged salons, past murals of half-naked nymphs frolicking in the seaโI find myself thinking about stick shifts. Once upon a time, the stick shift was the standard. Even as late as 1980, 35 percent of new cars in the U.S. had a stick. Today? Less than 2 percent. What once required style, touch, and timing to operate now requires . . . nothing. And as I thought about the almost inevitable move toward frictionless consumptionโmixtapes giving way to automatically generated Spotify playlists, for instanceโI pondered the life and possible death of the hand-rolled doobie.
The future of rolling papers themselves looks strong. As more states and countries go legal (Germany, Western Europeโs most populous, is next), the rolling-paper industry is projected to grow by some 70 percent over the next seven years. Even as edibles and vapes cause the smoking slice of the cannabis-consumption pie to shrink, the pieโs overall size is only growing.
But hand-rolled joints? Different story.
All signs indicate that the time-honored, era-defining practice of rolling your own is unlikely to regain its place of prominence in an environment of convenient, impeccable, heavily marketed pre-rolls. Setting his data-analytics role aside and speaking to me strictly as a user, Mitchell Laferla says, โIn a lot of ways, as cannabis becomes more mainstream, I see important parts of its subculture becoming diluted. At the same time, more people are getting the experience of smoking a joint than ever before.โ
I havenโt driven a stick shift in twelve years, and I canโt remember the last mixtape I made. But I know the last time I rolled a joint. It was three weeks ago. My wife and I had an old friend over for dinner and, after the dishes were cleared, I found my small bag of Afghan Kush, reached for my papers, and rolled something well south of perfectโa little thin, a little bentโbut made with love. The three of us passed our slightly sad joint back and forth, the rolling paper slowly disintegrating into pleasure. In a world of beckoning screens and incoming texts, it was one of those rare shared moments.
And as we inhaled, coughed, and laughed, an exchange I had with Levin came back to me: โWhat about edibles?โ Iโd asked him, pointedly. โWhat about tinctures and drinks? Youโre selling a single method of ingestion, but now there are dozens of ways to get high. How does that not make you nervous?โ
Levin looked at me and his eyes, yeah, they twinkled. โWeโre selling a ritual,โ he said. โDonโt ever confuse that with an item. Rolling is a ritual; itโs ceremonial. An edible is not going to replace that. You stop doing everything else youโre doing. You sit down, crush it, grind it, roll it, and youโre going to be thinking about that. Itโs going to become your focus, your little piece of art.โ
This article originally appears in Esquire Magazine.
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