GMO lemon sponge cake flavor, how I’ve missed you.
There was a tamper-proof seal on the container but no inner seal. The package date is 2.6.2024. Which means it has been in this jar for almost a year. And yet. And yet. This is the tastiest smoke of recent memory. The tastiest since Proper’s Black Maple. But let me back up.
This is a strain review of the Donny Burger strain as grown and sold by Crops in Illinois. I bought this eighth of Donny Burger last March from the Beyond/Hello in Sauget, IL. Goose Lake. I had enjoyed GMO previously but didn’t have any in inventory.
Donny Burger’s lineage is GMO x Han Solo Burger. GMO is Chem D crossed with Girl Scout Cookies. Source: Seedfinder (click here). The strain called Han Solo Burger is GMO crossed with Larry OG. Larry OG is a cut of OG Kush crossed with SFV OG. So there is a lot of GMO, a lot of OG Kush in Donny Burger.
I had heard of the Donny Burger strain, I’d seen it around. I was curious about the name. Donny Burger, it’s one of those strains that any time I see it written I have to say it out loud, in a New England or New York accent. Donny Burg-uhh! Drop the “r” sound at the end, and shout it a little.
What’s up with the name, Donny Burger? And Han Solo Burger, what’s that about? Turns out the breeder, Skunk House Genetics, was making a reference to an Adam Sandler film that I have not seen, probably will never see. It’s called “That’s My Boy,” co-starring Adam Sandberg. Apparently, the lead characters are Sandler (Donny Berger) and his estranged son named Todd Berger, who must have a nickname along the lines of Han Solo Berger? It doesn’t really matter but I was curious. Now, onto the review of this Donny Burger by Crops.
The Donny Burger Effects: Take One
GMO was never an indica for me. It might be an indica-leaning hybrid but this Donny Burger is a straight-up 50/50 hybrid to me. It has the lemon-y taste that I first experienced smoking the GMO and then the closely related Black Garlic offered by Flora Farms in Missouri. These were grams I was buying deli-style from Star Buds on Olive in University City when Missouri first offered recreational use in 2023. Or was it 2022? Time flies.
As much as I liked the Flora GMO and Black Garlic, I was overwhelmed by all of the offerings at the various dispensaries in Illinois, Missouri, New Mexico, and Arizona. I wanted to try them all.
I am putting pen to paper after smoking, always a good sign. My only quibble is that the jar was not inner-sealed. The absolute minimum is the tamper-proof seal, which Crops does have in place. I will say, the bud was still looking, smelling, and tasting great by the time I got around to opening this jar, which was nearly a year old when I cracked it.
The nugs are chiseled, frosty. The high has lift without immediate raciness. But I am ruminating some. I have not yet gotten emotional, which might come later, and if it does, it will be welcome.
That same lemon-y scent was on my fingers after I broke up one large nug for grinding. This is the rare flower that tastes the same way it smells. I am not experiencing couch-lock. Maybe I’d get there with some drinks and a second joint. But right now, mid-afternoon, the smoke is making me curious and I’m ready for anything. I am wishing that more Crops jars were dropping on the menus on the Illinois side of the St. Louis area.
Donny Burger Effects: Take Two
Burger in the rotation. On the lookout for Crops to land. I liked their Lime OG. Huge nugs, and tasty. I have a jar of their Orange Malt, which I haven’t opened yet. The initial effect of the Donny Burger is straight hybrid, not bitey. I’m about to burn through this eighth. Looks, flavor, effect.
I went through a bout of organizing, tidying up. There is some bite. I go into recrimination mode, thinking about what perplexes me. The house we moved out of, that we are trying to sell. I am dwelling on it, the high doesn’t keep me from going there. I am revisiting, reconsidering.
Then I transition into spaciness. I went outside and adjusted a solar light. This is at the house we moved into, a place I thought would be about as good a place to smoke weed as one could find in St. Louis County. The solar light was here when we moved in, left behind. Its stake had come out of the ground. From the freeze and thaw of this legit winter of 2025. The battery needed to be replaced. It was not a standard battery, at least I didn’t know the type. Not a C or a D or a AA. Not even a 9V.
I am spacey and zoney. I’m gonna go upstairs to drink some wine.
The spaciness did not persist long. I feel better after the smoke has worked on me. I am knocked out of my rut. Like many marijuana highs, the Donny Burger has invited me to consider my existence from another perspective, from some other vantage point than where I was stewing. It’s not exactly an out-of-body experience, but it does feel like traveling between some dimension and another. Some legerdemain, slight of hand, plant magic.
Overall, another excellent Donny Burger session. I talked to my wife for a while after avoiding her for a while. We got caught up, the crust was broken. Donny Burger, some white wine, and no vicious munchies ensuing.
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