When I open the tent in the morning, the first thing I notice is the absolutely overwhelming smell that hits you in the face like a baseball bat. Every neighbor can probably smell it, with no filter to contain it. The buds have become so heavy that they're now bending the stems. This might be my biggest harvest yet. I'm visiting my girlfriend over the weekend, so I won't be home until Sunday. However, I'm fairly certain I'll be harvesting on Sunday.