You can't judge a book by it's cover, and I finally learned the same applies to weed. I had the impression that brown weed wasn't good and so did my cousin. So when he just gave me some brown weed because he said he wouldn't even smoke brown weed, I said what the hell and smoked it for shits and giggles. I smoked a whole joint and what ensued was essentially me tripping my balls off. After that, I never judge by color.