Intro joint
The tsar tars arts rats with a taser
Strays artsy trays like a satyr
A Rasta Seurat tares tarts on a Serta
Serrated by Serra while
Ares sears ears in arrears
Jar Opening, 7.8.25
Good seal. Package date 2.6.2025.
I bought this from the Prime Leaf on Park in Tucson back in March. Leaving weed behind in the desert. If you want to do it right, you need to take some precautions.
It helps if the jar was well sealed. Which you never really know until you open it. If you’re trying not to open it, if it’s going to be part of a stash you leave at your in-laws’, then you have to take the chance. It’s like Schrödinger’s Cat. If you have to know, you have to open the jar. But if you don’t need to open the jar, you have to be content not knowing.
When I get the jar I put it in a Mason Jar, seal that. Or I put it in a Pelican Case I bought for just this purpose. Then I put it back in the big ziplock they give you when you buy the jar. If the jar is correctly sealed, that should be triple-sealed flower, and it should keep indefinitely if the cure is right.
The cure was right on this one. Opening the jar I got a nose-full of orange-y, piney skunk. That rotten orange rind aroma. The bud still had plenty of bounce, nowhere close to dry. I’m pretty happy with it.
And they didn’t short me. 3.57 grams. Thank you very much.
Florida Jack, Lineage
Best I could find, it’s Key Lime Surprise x Clementine.
Key Lime Surprise or Key Lime Surprise OG is a new one on me. It is the result of Ghost Train Haze x Triangle Kush.
In other words, this doesn’t have anything to do with Jack Herer, which I would have assumed it did, if for no other reason than because “Jack” in a name usually does refer to a Jack Herer cross of some fashion. Also, because Florida Jack is a sativa.
Instead, it’s Trainwreck, one of my favorite strains to chase via lineage, shows up out of nowhere (via Ghost Train Haze). Then Tangie and Lemon Skunk appear via the Clementine.
Florida Jack, the buzz
There’s some carry on that Florida Jack. Early on, it was a weeper. Let it flow. I welcome and appreciate any time cannabis makes me emotional. It’s part of the process. It’s part of the high. You have to be ready for it, especially if there are things on your mind worth crying about, worth getting out. Weed can be a very direct, effective, expeditious form of therapy.
I was emotional, but in a happy, satisfied, head-on kind of way. After that, I thought the effect of smoking Florida Jack was fading.
Then the effects unfurled their second act. This is an example of why I need to give each joint enough time to do its thing. And why I shouldn’t drink so damned much, ever—but especially when I’m trying to size up a new strain.
I suddenly found myself with nowhere I had to be. No company coming over. Nothing on the to-do list. Time was passing but I had a notebook and a pen and I was sitting on the edge of a hand-me-down twin bed in the back bedroom of this house my in-laws bought ten years ago in the desert. I was writing lyrics to a song no one was ever going to hear, not until now.
Eventually the Florida Jack yields a latent buzz, a pleasant buzz.
Talent neat nettle.
Mettle a molten lantern, this rental’s eternal.
Weeds of Grass 