They spell it Rythm. Lose one h. Rhythm is one of the strangest words in the English language. Is the “y” even a vowel there? If a word has six letters and no vowels, how can we pronounce it? How can it be a word?
Anyway, I’ve been smoking this strain called Bananaconda for a few days now. It’s strong. Not in taste, although it does have a menthol flavor; it numbs my tongue a little. There’s some taste there but it’s mostly a bland smoke, in terms of flavor. You’re not smoking this one for the flavor.
The lineage is unusual. One of the parents is Dual OG, which comes from a cross of True OG and Banana OG. True OG is an OG Kush Cut. Banana OG is OG Kush and Sagarmartha’s 60/40, an otherwise “unknown” strain. Can’t go wrong with Banana OG. Then the other parent is a complete unknown, something called Snakes Cake. Don’t ask me. The Seedfinder page (link here) has a little more info. The breeder—Honey Sticks—writes about how the strain came about; how it has become a hit for them. They appear to be based in Maine. I have seen other growers offer Bananaconda. Amaze in Missouri, for instance.
In most of my sessions smoking Bananaconda the effects have come on gradually. It doesn’t bring an immediate head rush. Not typically, though I am getting a bit of a head rush as I write this, this being my fourth go with this strain. Each time I am smoking about a third of a gram in a single-wide joint.
The first three times I smoked Bananaconda all turned out to be one-joint nights. Usually I will smoke a couple of joints a night. Or maybe it’s one in the afternoon, and one as a night cap. The Bananaconda has worked double duty. It is capable both of sending me off on a tangent or planting my butt in a chair so I can chill out and catch my breath. It’s one of those strains that delivers a gummy-like high in the form of a smoke, and I like that.
The Bananaconda I’ve been smoking on had been in my inventory for a while. The jar had been sealed—effectively sealed. But it had been packaged on 01.24.2024 and I didn’t open it until 12.15.2024. I keep most of my unopened eighths in a sealed Mason jar, and then I keep those Mason jars in what I believe is meant to serve as an ammunition box. The ammo box has a rubber gasket, and clamps down around the edge in six places. Still, I know that if I sit on a jar for nine months it’s probably not going to be as tasty when I open it. It’s a blessing and a curse to run a stockpile. It gives me peace of mind to know I have an inventory but things backfire, plans melt away, smoke rises.
If a jar is sealed, it should keep indefinitely. Even if it’s not sealed, the Mason jar plus ammo box “backup” seals should keep it as fresh as possible post-purchase. This jar was sealed tight even almost eleven months post-package date. And I would be remiss if I did not mention how generously packed my jar of Bananaconda turned out to be once opened. I believe this one set a record for weight of any eighth I’ve ever opened when it weighed in at 4.22 grams. Two fat nugs, one of which weighed in at 2.85 grams itself.
Let’s talk effects. I find the Bananaconda to be one of the best aphrodisiac strains I have experienced in recent memory. Remember the lyric from that Sir-Mix-A-Lot song? This flower did make my anaconda want some of that, whether you got buns or not, hon.
If there were an upfront “rush” from the Bananaconda high it would have been one of arousal. Once the upper-elements of the high wear off, it transitions into a floaty stoned-ness. Nice on a Sunday, if you don’t have anything else going on. In that stoned state I could drift off but still be creative and feel structured. It had me on one occasion thinking about how to make a cheap retaining wall for a hill upslope from my house. Run some chicken wire along some posts and then fill in the space between the slope and the chicken wire with leaves, rocks, dirt, dust, and debris of any kind. Just something there to counteract what erosion may come.
The Last Bananaconda
I kept one last joint of Bananconda around for a few weeks after I cleared out the jar. Over the course of a few weeks that joint had definitely dried out, but that one’s on me. Yet, it maintained a piney flavor despite its age and exposure. And once I smoked it, it got me baked! I have mixed the Bananaconda with too many drinks, and in some of those cases I have met with blackout—more so than other strains I have mixed with drinks. Because the ‘Conda is a snowballer, a creeper, and with one too many vodka-sodas it is a crasher.
Tonight I am trying to hold off on sipping too much because I haven’t eaten much but I want to get more notes down on this excellent strain. It delivers a funny high; it’s a bit psychedelic. If I saw Bananaconda again on a menu, I’d get more. It’s a special dose.
Weeds of Grass 