Pacific Pie. Tasty. Had that aroma. I'm down to the last gram of the eighth and it's still aromatic. It's lemon-dessert tasty. Not the Durban tang but more of a GMO lemon delightedness.
Never had flower from Flora before. The jar was a little short but then again it was over a year past packaged date. And still this tasty! Makes me wonder what it would've tasted like fresh.
The lineage of Pacific Pie is Georgia Pie x Apples & Bananas. (Source: Grow Diaries, link)...
What I just smoked was a joint of Silver Spoon with some kief dust added to it, the kief scraped from the basement of my grinder.
I have smoked more than half of this eighth of Silver Spoon from Connected—purchased in March in Tucson, AZ—but this strain has never really 'done it' for me. From here in western St. Louis County Missouri, I took one Silver Spoon joint back west on our most recent drive to Tucson. I smoked that Silver Spoon at the Chiricahua Apache Plaza eat of Deming, New Mexico. I had driven us to Chiricahua from Ruidoso, NM, my wife took the wheel from there. I burned one with only the skies, the mountains, and idle semis around. We got back on I-10.
Stopped at Chiricahua Apache Plaza east of Deming, NM, April 2026.
But despite the sublimely stark scenery, the Silver Spoon never hit. Maybe I expected too much, maybe I was too tense despite not being in the driver's seat. A few years earlier a Grape Stomper pre-roll I bought in Roswell delivered unquestioned effects along a similar stretch of I-10. Then earlier this year, a Super Boof Lost Farms gummy had me putting pen to paper along the same exact stretch of interstate. Folks on the AZ Ents reddit speak highly of Silver Spoon, so what's up?
Expectations are hard to meet, they act like walls, like obstacles. I remember that wall deck I used to have, playing Magic: The Gathering with my brother. What happened to those days? Wandering days, nothing stays, we're all in plays, now shortening days while a woodpecker brays and this old towel under me frays.
Hah. Maybe the Silver Spoon is working for me after all. I have no reason to doubt the AZ Ents page. I recently commented on a post that ranked the "25 Best Arizona sativas" post, a useful morsel of intelligence that was authentic i.e. real, not artificial. Artifice, artful. Not arty, not painterly but implying some trickery, cunning, equivocation, sleight of hand, legerdemain—not the whole truth. In other words, not fake—as opposed to all of this other new, modern content that we are getting so ex$$$$ited about. Who owns these AI stocks? Maybe AI itself owns the AI stocks, drives them up. Maybe it really is a new species, borne of us, the first species flowing down (or up?) the family tree from Homo sapiens.
Silver Spoon. And kief. Just a sprinkle. It helps "take things up a notch." LOL, famous last words... [16:59]
Best I can tell, Jokerz Stash by Abundant Organics is the same strain/lineage as Jokerz Candy or Joker's Candy. There might be some sort of naming rights conflict in play, leading AO to put a slightly different name on the jar. From Compound Genetics, the cross is Gummies x Grape Gas. (Link to lineage chart here)
Upon grinding, the Jokerz Stash proved aromatic. I detected an herbal aroma, perhaps clove? As I put hemp wick to the grind, I discovered a candy taste and a lingering menthol flavor/sensation. It was a tasty smoke from a glass bowl. I haven't had any alcohol yet today. [15:22] I have been hungover or blunderbussed from yesterday.
The Jokerz Stash has me putting pen to paper but that's always going to be more likely when it's earlier in the day and/or I haven't been drinking. Food for thought, buddy! And by buddy I mean me.
The high is not racy but there's a stimulating buzz allowing for focus. The effects do include some arousal so I'd consider this in the category of aphrodisiac strains. There was a quarter of a gram in the bowl. I thought I might sit down and type but I'm wavering on that.
The Abundant Organics super-eighths always seem to weigh in above the 4.5g labeled weight.A jar of Jokerz Stash from Abundant Organics, Tucson, AZ, May 2026.
This has been a pleasant smoke so far, a really nice smoke mid-afternoon. I had been listening to a baseball game, Reds at Mets. The Reds were up 7-0. Earlier I listened to the Cubs lose, again. Then I heard the Brewers finish off the Cardinals.
We are out in Tucson, Arizona, visiting my in-laws. Somehow I have managed not to roll any joints so far this trip. Rolling joints takes time, for me it does. I have a system that works for me but it can be a tedious process. It's nice to have those joints at the ready, though. No dugout/box, no glass to worry about. If you're done and ready to move on, you drop the joint, rub it out, and you move on. Simplicity in smoking, there's a lot to be said for it. I do like this bowl, though. I bought it in Belleville, IL and packed it away (unused) for the drive out. It's got a nice, deep bowl.
I'm in the casita, a detached office that serves as a useful and pleasant remove. It's one of my favorite places in the world. There's an AC window unit but I have never needed to use it. Sure, it's 91° in here but the relative humidity is 20% and there are blinds on the window and on the sliding door, so there's very little sun getting in when I want to keep it out...
Partaking in some Heat Seeker flower from Tical. The cross is Dosidos x Zkittlez.
I'm sitting outside on the stoop of this old farmhouse in the middle of Missouri. It's just past sunset, the light is going. Contrails are still visible despite being far away. Ephemeral, catching the last of the light. It doesn't feel humid. It's because there's a breeze. It's 74% relative humidity, 77°. The breeze keeps the humidity from setting. Does a breeze ward off dewfall? Now the breeze is calming down. I'll have to go inside; the flies are bad. The windows are open to screens but I've had the front door propped open all day.
I arrived here at 9:30 this morning, stopping only for gas. I filled up my car as well as a five-gallon container using ethanol-free gasoline that ran $4.99/gallon. Subaru 2 has a bigger tank than my first. $97, yikes. Invest in what is important, choose wisely, respect what endures.
I mowed for four hours. Dry sneezy, snotty, dusty, dirty. Someone out there now shooting.
A coyote strikes up! Not far away. The coyote is just across the road, much closer than the gunshots. One hundred and fifty yards, but with many trees in between. A few stars now. The breeze returns. The little plastic windmills spin. I've got Marlins @ Padres on radio/cell, Padres lead 7-3. Frogs sound off from the direction of the creek. It's a pleasant evening except for a gnat trying to drill into my ear.
That Heat Seeker was some nice bud. Pretty grind. Very aromatic as I was grinding it up. Nice bag. I have two or three more Heat Seeker joints rolled up, the rest of the bag is gone...
Tamper-proof ribbon. Otherwise no wafer seal but there might be a different type of seal under the lid. The bud is super spongy and dank with a garlic aroma. The eighth weighed in at 3.68 grams. It looks crystal-y and passes the eye test. Let's grind.
First or Second Session, 3.31.2026, 17:30
Thunderdome doesn't seem to be a pen-to-paper strain.
Some bite, some rabbit hole. I walked out and took photos of cacti. I was feeling that warm glow, the magic hour of a good bake. The light is muted because it is cloudy, has been for hours, rained off and on, never heavy. Small cells pop up, drift, morph.
I have not had any vodka yet but I have had some tequila, maybe one good marg's worth. Some white wine, half a glass? Now a Grolsch.
Not quite baked. The flower had that green taste, the colors green and white. The taste of crystals. Not unpleasant but the last flower I smoked that tasted like that was bag appeal, this taste, then "eh" for effects.
I burned one of these joints last night before dinner, then another one afterward and I hardly remember eating. The lid bills this flower as "catastrophic gas" resulting from a Candy Cake x Garlic Banger cross. It must have come on slowly, then all at once. I don't have days to give away—who does?—and still. There was some vodka involved last night, and some box white wine. I'd have to say boxed white wine is probably the strongest drug available at the local supermarket.
I slaughtered myself on boxed white wine first on the night of January 6, 2021 and then again the next night, driving back to St. Louis from Tucson with my dog Hugo. We were in Tucumcari on January 6, didn't even check into the hotel where I had a reservation because a large group (road crew workers) were partying all around outside the only pet friendly room the Best Western ever offered there. We went to a nearby La Quinta. I remember taking Hugo out to do his business, in the dark cold wind on a day where we had taken a major detour through New Mexican silver mine territory because I got off at an exit from which the on ramp back to I-10 was closed. Lordsburg. It was a long day, The Capitol had been attacked, and it was probably one of the first nights when I lost patience with Hugo, and he with me.
The next night we were in a weird Baymont Inn in Wichita, KS when that scumbag senator from my home state was among too many who stood to oppose the certification of the election. Getting sloshed on what was left of the boxed wine, drinking straight from the skin was the right thing to do.
Where was I? The Thunderdome is building like an anvil cloud. The Merlin app is offering me some interesting new suggestions. Nashville Warbler? Bushtit? Bushtit would be a new one for me. I'm not confirming it but now I'm on the lookout. Grolsch down...
Background buzz ... for five hours. A mood fortifier. Peaceable, functional. Some of the best get-through I've found. These might be my desert island edible as of right now. Almost like they are a medication that helps me stay calm while simultaneously fueling me.
Lost Farm is a brand under the Kiva umbrella, which I found by way of Camino. I don't know what's up with Camino these days. They were a go-to gummy a few years back. My wife really liked the Pineapple Habanero gummies, which we first found in Arizona. These days it appears Kiva/Camino/Lost Farm does not operate in Arizona at all.
Initially Lost Farm was offering single-strain gummies, which appealed to me as a strain-curious flower guy. I recall the Lost Farm Ice Cream Cake gummies being particularly good. Indica. I tend to shy away from indica flower but I have found that I like indica edibles, assuming they do not also have CBN in them. (I have no problem with CBN but I consider those to be sleep-forward gummies, not something to take during the afternoon when I am looking for background buzz and fuel.)
When I bought my first pack of these 707 Headband chews, I did not even realize they were individually wrapped. I didn't really even understand that they were chews not gummies. What do they mean by "fruit chew?" One words: Starburst. That's what they are, that texture, that consistency. They sort of melt away in your mouth in a way that a gummy could not. You can chew them but I mostly let them dissolve.
I bought these 707 Headband more because I was interested in the particular strain they're derived from but they do taste good. The flavor is "grilled peach." 707 Headband is apparently a classic strain created by crossing Sour Diesel, OG Kush, and Master Kush. I don't see any type of Headband strains on flower menus anymore, with one exception. UpNorth Humboldt had Headband flower on the Illinois menu earlier this year. I didn't get any, which I now regret. Thing is, I never have enjoyed the effects when I've smoked Sour Diesel. It's always just made me feel tired and stoned, which is pretty much the opposite of what I'm looking for...
Dry air of the desert, a new drug, a new touch I almost wish I never knew. But I do know and now that I'm back in MO/IL I walk around in the deep humidity and memories of the desert stick to me like sweat.
The phone is charging. I find myself grabbing for it—tossing and turning, checking pockets, surfaces, creases. Where could it be, I just had it, didn't I? Oh that's right. It is a few mere feet away but useless when not in my hand. I am drowning or, no, I want to drown in it. I want to throw my face into that pool. I cannot breathe out here on this terra firma my gills have questions, those questions need to be answered, and the answers are all inside. By the way, do you know what time it is?
Are these 2:1 as in 10 THC: 5 CBD, or 20 CBD: 10 THC? I cannot recall but when I have my phone again I will look it up and get back to you. You got the answers? We all got the answers. At first I said just give me the questions and I'll look up the answers myself but after a while there didn't seem to be any point to that charade either. Place names in stories I can't quite understand but maybe if I knew where this bridge was or what former State that city was in I could figure out who was working for who, and why...
There is a funky berry taste along with some herb-ness: sage, oregano, thyme. The aroma of the flower was strong with that funky berry smell reminiscent of fruit past its prime. Or fake fruit: a breakfast cereal's idea of fruit flavor.
We'll see where this goes. I want to give it a full two hours before I smoke anything else. So far the effects are a little slow to develop...
A 4.6-gram super eighth of Space Sasquatch from Abundant Organics.
17:15. Two and a half hours in. Storms in the area. The Space Sasquatch was a nice undercurrent but it was never strong. Call it a calm sativa? On this occasion, I wanted more.
14:53. Two hours in. I had my doubts. There was not an immediate lift from the Gas Guzzler. Then there was a dip but I rallied nicely thereafter. I was walking around, taking care of small tasks I'd thought about doing in the days, weeks prior but never amassed the necessary motivation.
The Gas Guzzler is acceptable fuel. There is not much bite. I'd call this one a creeper. Early on I felt so downshifted that I was going to lie down and just go to sleep but I never did lie down. I bounced out of wherever I troughed and had a useful couple of hours. Because this strain does not produce a noticeable, immediate headrush I would put in the company of other strains that you will drown out if you are wet with alcohol going into it.
The Gas Guzzler effects are more background body fuel with palliative mental effects. A nice and useful mix but not trippy. If you want trippy get yourself some White Widow or plumb the library of The Sherbs. 14:57...
Smoked an Orange Cookies ten or fifteen minutes ago. Bite. Taking me into the closet to see the skeletons again. Maybe that's unfair, an overstatement.
I was rear-ended on the interstate last week by a vehicle traveling at approximately 60 mph. A vehicle that didn't seem to brake at all before barreling into me and obliterating my car. Strangely I seem to have escaped without serious injury. Which is not to say I feel OK. I have bruises, scrapes, aches and pains, a weird rash on both flanks, my right rotator cuff is torn, and my neck just doesn't feel right.
Putting that memory aside I slipped into...the past, recounting shitty or difficult moments from the past year or two. I don't need to list them. This is a strain review, not a trauma dump. That's what this drug can do to you, though—why some people don't enjoy it. It's not about numbing yourself and forgetting, those are things alcohol can do for you. There is no hiding from the flower. I have zero alcohol in my blood, I'm baked. I'm high, I'm tweaked, and I'm processing events from reality. It doesn't always feel good but something tells me it's important. Like having a dream, except the memories are real and I'm awake. That's why dreams are so alluring. They are ephemeral, quickly lost, forgotten. You can have a bad dream, wake up, and it's not a situation you have to solve, see out, or live with. This is why it's important, to the best of my ability, to have real-life memories I don't mind recalling. Because I can't "wake up" to escape them; I have to live with them. Once I get to this point, the high can be fun, stimulating, assuring, comforting.
And maybe I can get there in a moment here, after wading through, after sifting through the wreck and the dreck. I'm outside. It's warm. I'm hearing the song of a bird I don't know. Or a series of calls. This, br—!
A tick, on my hand, crawling. I make a reflex jerk but it clings on. Then a get a tweezers from the (other) car, remove the tick, and hold a lighter to it. They make a popping sound when they go. It's a cruel, terrible thing to do but no one wants to carry a tick around. They are woefully bad here, in the wood, in western St. Louis County, Missouri. I wasn't even out in the brush; not even out in the yard. Just sitting here in a chair I only recently placed outside the garage. Suddenly, there it was. I wonder whether they parachute out of the trees. I am barely under the canopy of an oak that is beginning to leaf out, its leaves roughly the size of a squirrel's ear. According to old-time rubric, this is the time to hunt for morels but I'd say this year's prime morel season is already behind us.
These Orange Cookies are workable. The bite was firm. I plunged, they gripped. I've progressed through and past that stage of the smoke. Wouldn't it be nice if somehow the act of facing the rubble and climbing through or over it also meant I was clearing the way for some weird, vivid, amusing, memorable dreams later on, when I close these eyes?
The flavor of the smoke was similar to other Cookies-derived strains. Some of that burnt chem flavor but not strong or heavy. A smooth smoke, a steady burn.
I hadn't opened the jar—an AO "super eighth"—until today. Ground some up; the grind was very fine and even; how I like to see it. The bud was a little dry. The jar appeared to be sealed, with an intact wafer seal. I added a moisture pack. I'll come back to the jar in 24-28 hours. There are plenty of jars of flower I open that are dried out to the extent that I will not immediately grind any of the bud, so when I say the bud was a little dry I mean just that. It still had enough bounce to smoke on. I'm pleased so far. There were 4.74 grams of flower in the jar, a typical over-stuff on an Abundant Organics super eighth, listed as containing 4.5 grams. These jars—often offered at the dispensary I've visited on BOGO—are one of the several perks of passing through Arizona. Others include saguaros, mountains, different birds, standard time, and dry air...
Weeds of Grass 