I was offered some by a well-dressed man while standing under an awning right outside a bank. We were waiting for a rain shower to stop so we could continue on our way with our moped. He told me he could recommend something better than the cigarette I had in my hand and I said no thank you. Mel told me later that he was trying to offer me marijuana. Duh! I didn't even realize it. He was much more subtle than the ganga merchants in Jamaica.