This is the first thing I’ve written all trip.
It’s a strain review. Trainwreck, from New Mexico. Talk about trains, though. How many did we see? But before that we drove through the prettiest, strangest part of Oklahoma we’d ever seen. The petrified elms, their bark scared off. Then mesas in North Texas, a pretty sort of Texas. The clouds, the fog, the tarantulas. The porcupine all puffed up and quilly, but dead in the road.
The Trainwreck burned well. I bought two grams of it when we got into Roswell. The grower is Cranium Extracts. I smoked the bowl down to ash. That’s a good feeling. I could taste a sharp mintiness. Maybe not mouthwash but toothpaste, minty toothpaste. The flower was a little dry, the taste was a bit acrid.
But it kept burning and I kept smoking. The result is a sativa-leaning, do-some-laundry, sip-some-vodka and write it all down for the first time all trip kind of a high. And after driving out here to Tucson with my wife and dog, that kind of high is just what I needed.
The Cubs won. That’s two in a row against Colorado. The Marlins are also winning; Burger hit his 34th. The Phillies will clinch a wildcard berth soon; Harper’s OPS is just about .900 on the season. The Nationals and Yanks have had home dates washed out by rain.
The Trainwreck was fairly priced. By Missouri weed price standards, this Trainwreck was cheap. $22 for two grams. I’m happy with it at that price. I’ve been feeling the effects now for an hour. I’m wired but not paranoid. I don’t recall the smoke inducing a “bad bite.” The bite is that early head-rush moment where the weed gets into your mind’s closet and starts trying to find all the skeletons to tease out and parade around your room. As the high has progressed, the sativa effects have faded and an indica lull has taken over.
I still have a few shirts hanging to dry in a large bush outside this house, my in-laws’ place in the Catalina Foothills just north of the Tucson city limits. The air here is so dry, and also warm this late September, that I don’t even use the dryer when I’m here because the outside desert air is the dryer!
As I close a strain review, I like to make sure I have indicated the lineage of the flower I am reviewing. In the case of the Trainwreck marijuana strain, there is no recorded lineage. Trainwreck is one of those unknown strains, steeped in apocrypha. Derived from the clone of a plant bred in Northern California, it’s supposed to be a mix of Afghani, Thai, and Mexican landraces. But who really knows?
All I can say is, I like this particular representation of the mysterious Trainwreck. I would love to see Trainwreck on more menus. I’ve been scanning flower menus from Massachusetts to Michigan, from Illinois to New Mexico and on into Arizona. And this is the first straight-up Trainwreck I’ve seen. Yeah, you can find strains of which Trainwreck is a parent (Pineapple Express and OG Wreck come to mind). But pure Trainwreck is a rarity I hope will come rolling down the tracks a little more often.
Until next time, keep your glass clean and keep that hemp wick trimmed.
Weeds of Grass 