Smoked a bowl of Rollins two hours ago. Since then, in order, I’ve swept the floor a little bit, then worked on poems (editing and rewriting), then I did some dishes. I’m still feeling the effects but by this point, the buzz is mostly in my body, or what remains is most apparent there.
I’ve been returning to sativas lately, approaching them in the daytime and asking them to help me in my writing process. I don’t expect or attempt to write new material when I’m high. Rather, I am expecting that the cannabis effects will help me in my editing process. The high version of my mind is like having another person read what I’ve written, another pair of eyes as it were.
This sativa, Rollins from Cresco, seems to have delivered on that score. Going through an old notebook, I’ve resurrected a few old poems, making tweaks, adding the finished result back to my submittable roster. By now I’ve had so many poems rejected, some of them dozens of times, that I have no reason to refrain from submitting any single poem.
The bite on the Rollins wasn’t bad. And I’m saying that as I pen this from the table in my parents’ dining room, with them here. Which is all to say: if grass was going to get me paranoid, this would’ve been the time for that to happen. My dad doesn’t think much of me smoking. I posted an installment of my Weed Chronicles to another one of my blogs, which he read, asking me, “Do you have to do that every day?”
My mom has never given me any grief over smoking but she does seem to have an uncanny sense of bringing up tedious or serious discussion topics just after I’ve gone outside to get blazed. I should say, I’m an adult male in my mid-forties. I’ve been smoking for two decades, and my parents have known about my smoking for about half of those years. I don’t know if my dad ever tried smoking marijuana. My mom said she tried once and didn’t like it because it made her cough. So, they are not exactly hip to the idea of getting high. Which is why, if a strain was going to make me paranoid, it would certainly accomplish that while I was high around my parents.
It’s late in the afternoon and with the Rollins high fading, I am thinking about having a drink. Instead, I’ll keep writing.
The Rollins had a mild citrus tang upon inhalation of its smoke. Kind of like how Durban Poison tastes. The aroma of the bud in the jar had a similar character, and was pretty strong. The Rollins is great-smelling bud. The smoke is smooth, no harshness at all. The nugs were plump and not dry. Cresco has delivered the most finely cured weed I have bought, with only one exception (some Gas Station Sushi that had been packaged something like a dozen days after harvest). I’ve purchased Rollins a couple of times now and it has been the same quality cure each time. It is a pleasure to grind up, grinding evenly and appearing to have lift and bounce. It’s prototypical in that way. I’ve had two of their batches of Pineapple Express that ground up to the same consistency.
I am curious about the name behind this strain. Rollins makes me think of the artist/rocker/poet Henry Rollins. Maybe there’s a link. I’ve never seen any indication of a link but the name’s gotta come from somewhere.
Swamp Boy Seeds developed the strain, the lineage of which you can find here on Seedfinder. It’s a cross between Lemon Tree and the Nigerian landrace. Lemon Tree is a fairly common parent strain comprised of Sour Diesel and Lemon Skunk. I see Sour Diesel and Lemon Skunk but I never see Lemon Tree offered as a strain.
Weeds of Grass 