Sadly, car makers have yet to catch up with our more liberal marijuana laws

From the "Bacon Chambers" apartment building, for when the munchies kick in

Gibson's stuff is the reason I decided in high school to study biotech and genetics in college

Still remember the opening sentence in his neuromancer book:

The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.

And don't get me started on the first 4 paragraphs of how Count Zero opens -- like catnip to a young nerd ...

They set a Slamhound on Turner's trail in New Delhi, slotted it to his pheromones and the color of his hair. It caught up with him on a street called Chandni Chauk and came scrambling for his rented BMW through a forest of bare brown legs and pedicab tires. Its core was a kilogram of recrystallized hexogene and flaked TNT.

He didn't see it coming. The last he saw of India was the pink stucco façade of a place called the Khush-Oil Hotel.

Because he had a good agent, he had a good contract. Because he had a contract, he was in Singapore an hour after the explosion. Most of him, anyway. The Dutch surgeon liked to joke about that, how an unspecified percentage of Turner hadn't made it out of Palam International on that first flight and had to spend the night there in a shed, in a support vat.

It took the Dutchman and his team three months to put Turner together again. They cloned a square meter of skin for him, grew it on slabs of collagen and shark-cartilage polysaccharides. They bought eyes and genitals on the open market. The eyes were green

Runs very slowly on herb, though.

… perhaps a "Savory Salon", "Garlic Gallery", or "Coriander Corridor" — ignoring alliteration, there are endless combinations of chambers you could name after herbs.

When you consider marijuana itself has several commonly-known synonyms, the dealership could name multiple chambers after it — "Reefer Room", "Hash Hall" ... or if cars aren't selling in the Coriander Corridor or Garlic Gallery, rename them to "Cannabis Corridor" and "Ganga Gallery".

Personally, I have no objection to marijuana or any other herbs or spices, but when buying a car I don't want to be distracted by even just salt and pepper. Instead of that fancy, herbal dealership, I bought my Toyota from a less pretentious joint.