Tag: Farm

Heat Seeker by Tical

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5.17.2026—Dateline Farm

Partaking in some Heat Seeker flower from Tical. The cross is Dosidos x Zkittlez.

I'm sitting outside on the stoop of this old farmhouse in the middle of Missouri. It's just past sunset, the light is going. Contrails are still visible despite being far away. Ephemeral, catching the last of the light. It doesn't feel humid. It's because there's a breeze. It's 74% relative humidity, 77°. The breeze keeps the humidity from setting. Does a breeze ward off dewfall? Now the breeze is calming down. I'll have to go inside; the flies are bad. The windows are open to screens but I've had the front door propped open all day.

I arrived here at 9:30 this morning, stopping only for gas. I filled up my car as well as a five-gallon container using ethanol-free gasoline that ran $4.99/gallon. Subaru 2 has a bigger tank than my first. $97, yikes. Invest in what is important, choose wisely, respect what endures.

I mowed for four hours. Dry sneezy, snotty, dusty, dirty. Someone out there now shooting.

A coyote strikes up! Not far away. The coyote is just across the road, much closer than the gunshots. One hundred and fifty yards, but with many trees in between. A few stars now. The breeze returns. The little plastic windmills spin. I've got Marlins @ Padres on radio/cell, Padres lead 7-3. Frogs sound off from the direction of the creek. It's a pleasant evening except for a gnat trying to drill into my ear.

That Heat Seeker was some nice bud. Pretty grind. Very aromatic as I was grinding it up. Nice bag. I have two or three more Heat Seeker joints rolled up, the rest of the bag is gone...


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GMO Sherb by Fig Farms

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The GMO Sherb is showing out well. This might have been my last joint of it. I can't recall whether I have previously written much about it/on it. I am awake here late at night, or very early in the morning, and I'm feeling very introspective. It's hard to believe I was at Farm yesterday, I left before six in the morning. It's all a blur. I thought I beat the rain but there is no beating the rain. It's like my dad said a couple weeks ago when one of the OG CNAs was trying to get a rise out of him, making faces at him. When she walked away he said, "She fooled me, I fooled her!" That's the last lucid thing I've heard him say. She fooled me, I fooled her. He smiled and he had a glint in his eye.

Damn. This is the Sherb bite for sure. It's like a wild, wary, unpredictable animal. If you can work with it, get it to cooperate, if you can learn how to ride it, it can be a workhorse, a real mule, a carrying agent, a vector, a viaduct, a way. Let's get back to that water in the duct. 12:05, 5.19.26.

Clouds over western Maries County in Missouri on Monday morning.

I'm still awake, back awake, awake again, re-awakened. This is how I wake and bake. Now also under the influence of alcohol aka vodka. It's been one of those nights. One of those crazy, crazy nights. Somehow

My mind wanders, my eyes sting, this box fan drying them out, allergies, May, fighting off any more sleep. I will crash when I crash. I'm on the fourth bucket. These are my best hours. Unbeset, undeterred, undertaker spread the word. I emailed that guy, that writer Connor Greer, but he never emailed me back. I made a big mistake and lost all my friends. Three Mile Island is back in production. If only we'd gone to the river together, made the sharing glass. Instead I got drunk, lost all my friends again. If only they were peonies. They were monarchs. But I wanted them to stay. They were recluse, they were widows, they were a previously unrecognized kind of salamander, peanut shells, ticks in the high grass.

Did you hear that? The weight of a falling branch. Leaves are so the whole tree doesn't have to fall. My dad on the phone, my mom on the phone. A TWA flight to nowhere delayed forever. One blanket two, Sir Crocs a Lot, that little room he carried around with him. Basement, devil, door...


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Honey Bun by Twenty Twenty

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The Honey Bun is good. Solid base high leading at times to crazy zany but legitimate writing ideas/scenes/sketches.

The smoke had a spicy menthol flavor; was a bit sweet maybe.

Jays. Carry. Zingy even now smoked...two hours ago? Maybe 90 minutes.

Is it the Nigerian in here? A la Velvet Glove, an Illinois "indica" by Columbia Care / Seed & Strain that buzzed me this way. Or Cresco's Rollins, which also draws its lineage from the Nigerian landrace. I have purchased two eighths of Rollins. One held some of the raciest sativa flower I've ever smoked, the other didn't get me all that high. You pays your money, and you takes your chances.

The only other strain I've smoked that I know has Nigerian landrace in its lineage is the BK Satellite from Alien/Connected in Arizona. When I first wrote this entry in the notebook, I had only tried the Satellite once or twice but I'm recently back from a trip to Tucson where I thought I had some BK Satellite in my stash. Only I couldn't find it; it wasn't there. That's what I call a disappearing eighth...


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TK-91 by Cresco

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Fourth Impression, 3 hr effect

May 30, 2025, 15:43.

TK-91 to start the Friday afternoon. The Cubs trying to come back versus the Reds in the ninth at Wrigley, 2 out, 6-2 Cincy.

The TK-91 is not tasty, not to me. Toasted flavor. Earthy, acrid. But it's got me buzzing around, gonna do some outside (deck) work. Gonna clean the toilet. I want to do something worth doing.

...some time passes, maybe an hour...

Did a lot more cleaning out deck boards than I imagined. Found a couple spots where the wood is rotting. I'm gonna sling a little Bondo. Then I'll have my first drink of the day. 17:46

18:42. It's been a functional effect. Still haven't finished my first drink. I also Bondoed a metal chair and put out a new suet cake...


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Gelato by Vibe

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I am feeling the prototypical Sherb head-rush as I put pen to paper after puffing a creamy bowl of Gelato. It is raining here, all of a sudden, and we don't need it, don't want it. Today was pretty nice all day but this rain will flare up the humidity bomb as soon as the rain has ended. There is no A/C in this old farmhouse so I'm looking at a damp tossy-turny night in my sleeping bag.

I believe that it's the Burma ancestry in Sherb/Gelato that gives me this sativa-like head-rush at the onset of the smoke session. Sunset Sherbet is a cross between GSC and a strain called Pink Panties. The Burmese sativa landrace is in the Pink Panties. By the way, to mention a strain that I never ever see as a stand alone on menus, I cite Pink Panties. I once saw Girl Scout Cookies (GSC) but only once, which makes me skeptical that it actually was GSC, but probably one grower's "take" on a remake of the classic weed building block.

But I digress, because that's what happens when I get the Gelato feathering my capillaries and synapses. It's a head-rush and it can cause some paranoia, some bite at the outset but it usually mellows out into more of a chill experience. Unlike some other sativas that give me that initial bite-y paranoid rush but then leave me feeling stodgy and stoned, e.g. Durban Poison and Sour Diesel. Sorry, they're just not for me!

Thunder. Everywhere walking this mix of pasture and woods I saw the work, the weave of water. I was looking for morels. I found four, two of which were big, one of which was huge...


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Giesel by Proper

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My buddy had some pre-rolls from Proper so we smoked one of them. He selected a strain called Giesel, which neither of us knew. He had "day time" written on the pre-roll container so someone must have suggested to him that it was a sativa or sativa-leaning. I didn't find that to be the case but I did enjoy the thrumming, energy behind-my-eyelids effects.

Judging just by the name, I would have thought Giesel had something to do with Sour Diesel. This is not the case! The lineage of Giesel is quite succinct, as compact a lineage degustation as you will find. According to seedfinder.eu (link here), Giesel is a Chem D cross done by the apocryphal Chemdog himself...

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Chemmy Jones by In the Flow

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Returning to the farm after an 18-day absence, the writer feels creatively stifled and disheartened by rejection letters. Amidst dealing with mundane aspects of his day such as mousetraps and weather observations, he engages with strains of cannabis such as Chemmy Jones, comparing their effects and tastes. Despite seeming disoriented, he finds purpose in the presence of the sun...


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Strain Review: Durban Poison

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It's time to turn on. Do a strain review. I've already done Blue Dream. So it's Lemon Skunk or Durban Poison or Jack Herer. All sativas. The Jack and the Durban are probably the oldest. I'll flip a coin. Head Jack, tails Durban. Tails.

The bite. Paranoia. It doesn't taste like that first Durban I bought. I first bought an eighth of this UpNorth Durban Poison from the Mississippi Ave location of Beyond Hello. It was the tastiest weed I've ever smoked. I'd never tasted anything like it. Months later I bought another eighth from the same place.

The second eighth cost substantially less. The sticker price fell from $50 down to $25. I was a little suspicious. This second batch does not have the flavor profile of the first, not even close. But let's see where the high will take me...

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