3.2.26, 20:34
The Grinch Mints tastes better than most. It gives me an immediate rush. Heady.
I’m sipping a Grolsch. I’ve had about five ounces of vodka over a three-hour span. We watched an episode of South Park. It was the Christmas episode with Mr. Hanky. Heck, maybe there is more than one South Park Christmas episode with Mr. Hanky but this is the only one I’ve ever seen. I haven’t watched much South Park. All these years later, I’m getting caught up.
My mind is wandering from one subject to the next. I was thinking about weekend plans; not having it right. Rabbit holes and worm holes. Now I’m thinking about my tax return. There’s a form I should have filled out and included with the return but omitted. 8889, HSA Distribution. Technically it’s a distribution to you when you use your HSA credit card for medical expenses, even though you don’t actually receive the money. It’s a distribution but it’s not taxable. It gets zeroed out on the form so nothing carries over to income. Still, I should have reported it. [20:45]
Earlier today I smoked a joint of Good Green’s Clementine. It lasted strong for 45 minutes, had another half hour of perceptible carry, then buzzed on a background level for another couple of hours at least. I could feel something, and I hadn’t had anything to drink.
I did a little typing then read a few pages from a Kenn Kaufman book about birding, Kingbird Highway. On a whim my wife bought me Kaufman’s most recent book, The Birds Audubon Missed, at a Barnes & Noble near a hotel we were staying at outside Oklahoma City. I read Audubon, and I liked it but it wasn’t a page turner. You’d really have to be into birds to enjoy it. Kingbird Highway is a good read whether you like birds or not. It’s as if Jack Kerouac were going to hitchhike around the country trying to see how many different species he could locate in one calendar year. I’ll crack another beer and get back into the book.
The Grinch Mints is no slouch. It’s got some bite. Luckily I’m tired-enough, content-enough, and alchohol-doused-enough to have some buffer against the bite so it doesn’t take too strong a hold.
I’m doing some existential gazing, some deep pondering. I’m sitting in an old family rocking chair, made by my great-grandfather Garling. I don’t sit in it enough. I sat in it a little more in the old house, for TV watching. Here, under a re-trained track light it’s been my reading chair for two or three nights over the span of almost 500 night, less than one percent of our nights here so far.
I haven’t really settled into this house yet. It’s been a while since I’ve felt settled-in anywhere. I don’t have anything that feels like routine or habit except weed and vodka. And looking at my phone. Lately I’ve added photo widgets, and they toss old photos my way, like this one: take a TV out into a field and put a stick of dynamite in it. 8.26.2017. Not my work. I just came along a week later and took the photo.
The headiness. I wasn’t sure this Grinch Mints was really hitting. Previously I hadn’t smoked but two or three joints of it, at least one of which was lost in an alcoholic rain. Another was a second joint of the night, and drawing conclusions from one strain on top of another is not exactly good science!
If I recall correctly I was home alone that night. I hadn’t overdone it with drinks but I was tired; had been on my feet most of the day; was sprinting to the finish, which meant eating a Red Baron, passing out, waking up at 8 pm only to realize I hadn’t fed the dog yet (or had I?) Fed the dog, fell asleep again, woke up at 10:15 pm, took Nora (the dog) out for a walk, came back, passed out again, woke up at 12:30, stayed up for a while, read a little, tossed and turned for hours, never really got to sleep again.
Lineage, Cost, Conclusion
The Grinch Mints is Jealousy x SinMint Cookies. (link)
A seed site called Prohibition Herb is my source for the lineage info. They classify Grinch Mints as a sativa. I’d be willing to agree that it is sativa-leaning. The one parent, Jealousy, is a Gelato x Sherb cross. I’ve never actually had straight-up Jealousy, an oversight on my part. It was pretty popular a few years ago but I wasn’t into Sherbs back then.
The other parent, SinMint Cookies, is the Forum cut of GSC crossed with Blue Power, a strain that hails from The White and the Blueberry lines.
This jar of Grinch Mints cost me $25, before discount, before tax. It’s not a jar you get excited about based on “bag appeal.” It was dry upon opening, which is typical for Good Green jars because there is no inner “wafer” seal. Unless you buy it fresh and open it fresh, you’re going to need to get a moisture pack on this flower 24-48 hours before you want to smoke it or roll it up.
But for the price, Grinch Mints along with several other Good Green buys—Sunset Sherbet and Clementine to name a couple other recent selections—deliver a solid experience. Sometimes I think my expectations are too low because it is a budget brand (GTI is the parent, Rythm is their more expensive label with generally bigger nugs in a glass jar with a better seal). In fact, as I write, I have unearthed some discarded Grinch Mints that I am going to roll up and get back into the rotation because once I looked through my notebooks and saw that I had something to write about Grinch Mints, I concluded I had not given it its due and more research is needed.
Weeds of Grass 