12.21.2025, 10:43
Gonna give Jabberwocky a shot. Smoking some from a glass chillum.
There’s more aroma from the flower after a few days in a container with a moisture pack. Lemon. Best I can tell, the genetics are Lucky Charms x Bio-Diesel.
10:55. It burned well. There was a bit of creaminess, which is typical of smoke through the glass. But I didn’t get any of that lemon-y aroma carrying through to the the taste when lit. It’s an earlier smoke for me. It’s Sunday. Ray and I used to do an early smoke on a Sunday. We called it a Holy Day Smoke. We used to say, “How about a Holy Day smoke?” We’d smoke on and off all day, watch football, or baseball, or both.
I’m getting the pen-to-paper rush from the Jabberwocky. “Silence in the studio,” says that voice at the 19:10 mark of “Atom Heart Mother.” I am listening to my kitchen sink playlist. This is the first song on the list. I thought I had the selection set on “rando” i.e. shuffle but I don’t. I have it set to play in order of when the song was added, so now I’m not surprised this song came on though I suppose there was a 1/1218 chance of this song being selected randomly by Spotify. One of the 1,218 songs has to be selected. Why not this one?
Twenty-three minutes and forty-one seconds after the song begins, it finally ends. Next up, “Neverending Math Equation,” a Modest Mouse song from 2000. I need to listen to the rest of this album again. Maybe not now. Twelve songs, 55 minutes.
I’m cold now after the smoke. Sixty-six degrees. I’m in t-shirt, shorts, and flip-flops. Not quite the right attire. I can’t imagine trying to swim right now. Led Zeppelin next but it’s time to get up if not over those hills and far away.
The Jabberwocky—or is it Jabberwockie?—is just fine. Sativa onset, not bitey so far. It’s got the love I need. Maybe more than enough. One parent is Lucky Charms, which is The White x Appalachia. The other parent is Bio-Diesel, which is Sour Diesel, Sensi Star, and NYC Diesel. (Source: Seedfinder, link here.) I’m going to step out of this casita but I’ll leave the music playing when I go.
2025 Strains of the Year (A First Draft)
In no particular order, these are strains that I’ve tagged as being potential Strains of The Year candidates. This is not meant to have a universal application. No one can smoke all of the strains available out there. I am drawing only from my own experience over the course of 2025. Some of these jars I bought in 2024, so it’s not like these strains were new to 2025. I keep a list like this to record my own personal history, and for purpose of sparking conversation. Enjoy!
- White 99 by C4 (MO)
- Banana Macaroon by High Noon Cult (NM)
- The Fizz by Psycho Somatic (NM)
- Tropical Z by Connected (AZ)
- Gelato by Vibe (MO)
- 91 Bacio by Fig Farms (IL)
- Orange Malt by Crops (IL)
- Purple Fig by Fig Farms (IL)
- Acai Gelato x Sherb by Cannect (IL)
- Grandi Guava by Tales & Travels (IL)
- Honey Bun by Twenty Twenty (MO)
- Melonade by Twenty Twenty (MO)
- Mimosa by Vibe (MO)
- Pineapple Punch by Cresco (IL)
- Strawberry Candy by a Homegrower
- Garlic Fusion by High Noon Cult (NM)
- Mandarin Cookies by &Shine (IL)
- Gelonade by Alien Labs (AZ)
- Orange Soda by PTS (IL
- Wild OG by Vertical (MO)
- Prickly Pear by Grow Sciences (AZ)
Obviously, I need to pare the list down; to select just ten. I have also tagged some strains with the “disappearing eighth” label. Strains that I dubbed as potential Strains of the Year, and which were also “disappearing eighths” will probably comprise the final list. I will continue to work on this list in order to make a more official, stand-alone post.
How my Reviews are Biased
It’s not a scientific undertaking—far from it. My process is biased in many ways. Much of what I bought in New Mexico this year was purchased as a single gram, so those strains never could garner a “disappearing eighth” tag. Other strains I might have taken notes on—by hand in one of my notebooks—but haven’t typed up yet, meaning I haven’t tagged them on this site, and can’t turn them up through a search.
Like this Jabberwocky, which right now is acing the pen-to-paper test, which could be its own tag except that any strain I end up reviewing by way of this blog must have passed the pen-to-paper test so it would be redundant to mention that in the review. Some strains might deliver effects typical of indica flower, meaning I might not be alert or motivated enough to write anything about them. So my reviews are probably biased toward sativas!
It’s also possible that I am biased toward the strains I happen to smoke earlier in the day (which would also more likely be sativas or sativa-leaning strains because I don’t want to feel sleepy or couch-locked early on in a day). Which then also raises the influence of alcohol on my ability or willingness to write strain reviews. I’m more likely to put pen-to-paper after a smoke if I have had nothing or less-than-usual to drink. If I’ve been drinking and I fire up some indica as a means of circuit-breaking alcohol overindulgence, I’m not going to have much to write about because I will be on my way to Slumberland.
Jabberwocky!
It strikes me now as a pretty good strain. Which is interesting because the first one-ee of Jabberwocky I smoked didn’t seem to do much. This was a last chance puff. So how does it land with a thud the first time around but then fire me up and have me writing like mad on this occasion? My guess is that my reaction to a strain depends a lot on what time of day I smoke it, how much I’ve had to drink, and what if anything is planned for later on in that day (hanging over me). Here at my in-laws in Tucson, dinnertime and my preferred time to smoke in the evening often clash like oncoming trains.
This Jabberwocky is a solid sativa-leaning strain that could allow for physical labor while also stimulating my brain, with physical/body euphoria as well. The music continues to sound as fabulous as ever. I never did leave this casita because the pen has been stuck to the paper. Now playing is Mermaid Chunky’s “Céilí.” The birds are warbling and gurgling outside. Gambel’s Quail and what I believe is the long, twisting, turning improvisation of the Curve-billed Thrasher, a bird better-known for it’s sharp call, “Wait, what?”
11:39. The rush is tapering but that was a strong 45 minutes on the Jabberwocky from Psycho Somatic. Strain of the Year candidate?
Weeds of Grass 