Rolling Notes, 9.11.25, 15:41
It only weighed out to 3.39 grams but the buds look pretty good. I added a moisture pack to the jar after I opened it. I have gotten Illicit only a couple times before (Strawberry Float, Gorilla Pie).
I liked the sound of this cross: Sunset Sherbert x Purple Punch. The breeder is Greenpoint Seeds. Source: Seedfinder, link here.
Sherbs get me high. And I have liked the impact from Purple Punch crosses I’ve had. This strain seems to reference the movie Step Brothers, in which an event called the Catalina Wine Mixer happens. I’ve seen about half of that movie but I missed the part with the Wine Mixer.
Smoke Sesh
After burning a .39-gram joint of the Catalina Wine Mixer, I stood outside watering for an hour. The effects were bite-y. Confrontational. True.
This is some strong bud. Psychedelic? That bite, it’s another level. We put our dog Hugo down two weeks ago. It’s hard not to think about him 24/7, especially when I’m high, especially if the strain bites, which the Wine Mixer certainly does. It’s that Sunset Sherb in there. As a parent in a cross, its effects always seem to carry through. The high is almost immediate and it will reach into your closet, into the depths of your mind and grab anything it can to throw at you. This is probably what freaks out less-seasoned smokers. This is what gets called paranoia. Nay. This is part of the process. You cannot run from what is already in your mind, what has already happened. Go in knowing this. Face what you have to face. Get through to the other side.
I have serious second thoughts about putting Hugo down when we did. Why didn’t I fight harder to keep him around? Why didn’t I realize I would miss him this much? I’m having to look in the mirror. No dog to scapegoat any more. This hurts but it’s my reality and I need to handle it. At least I can stand outside and water the plants during what has turned into something of a drought.
As my Dad said recently from his nursing home bed, “It’s complicated, but it’s not complicated. Crippled by a years-long dementia, he still dishes the odd bit of wisdom and I take in every drop.
There’s a raccoon that comes out around this time to visit the bird feeder and scarf down what’s been left. It also likes to get a drink of water from the dishes we leave out. The dishes are for the birds but the squirrels, chipmunks, and the raccoon also frequent them, especially during dry periods like this one.
I’ll tell you: there is nothing wrong with this Catalina Wine Mixer. It’s got some carry. I am ready for another round of something to replenish the jets but I got two solid hours out of that joint.
Weeds of Grass 