A pungent fog blankets Goda Yoga in Culver City. It’s Friday night and the studio is packed, with overflow mats extending down the back hall to the bathroom.
Votive candles and sitar music set the mood. But this class offers a whiff — actually plenty — of something extra: the unmistakable scent of marijuana.
Participants vape, then stretch. It’s yoga with deep breathing.
And, after several inhalations, a lot of coughing.
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