Yeah, I was reading something in...hmm...maybe Cigar Magazine about someone who bought some cubans in Canada and was terrified to bring them back to the states. They were expecting tobacco-sniffing dogs to be waiting on the border for them. Instead, the got a nod and a "Have a good day, eh" and went right over the border.

As a complete aside, I was once searched by US Customs on my way back from Amsterdam. We went to the coffee shop the night before and I wore the same jeans on the plane... Apparently one of the dogs thought I smelled real good. :) It was a little scary just because one silly joint could get me in a LOT of trouble (they just just confiscate it). But I was calm and chatted with the officer, so he went through my bag and sent me on my way.