Tag: sativa

Jack Herer by Rythm

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1. Drop

That Jack Herer is strong. Taste was peppery, earthy. This was Rythm flower from Illinois, a short thin joint of it. Smoked a half or two-thirds of it. Sometimes I relight the stubs, the "roaches," but not usually. It feels like a waste but no more so than not completely clearing a bowl before dumping it out because I want to start fresh.

Jack Herer is a sativa derived from a mix of classic strains including Northern Lights, Skunk, and Haze. These classics themselves are derived from a cornucopia of landrace strains spanning the globe from Afghanistan to Mexico, from Colombia to Hawaii. If there is a field guide to marijuana strains, I'd like to get a copy.

I've heard Jack Herer called a wake and bake strain. All good but I rarely smoke before noon—not usually until the five o'clock hour. In this old mid-Missouri farmhouse I'm in, I hear scratching, maybe a rat behind the wall. Looking out the kitchen door I see a five-lined skink, typified by that electric blue tail. My solar shower is out there in the sun getting hot. Wow, this Jack...


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Gas Station Sushi: Dream

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It was a dream, so it didn’t add up, naturally. I’ll say. I’m high. I just smoked some of Cresco’s Gas Station Sushi. It had cedar notes, which is unusual; I can’t remember remarking on cedar notes in any other strain.

What I smoked I smoked as a cigarette. It burned fast but it smoked just alright. It didn’t hit that hard. The draw was tight. I don’t know if that’s because I put too much bud in the roll or if the grass itself was flawed in some way. If I recall correctly, this Gas Station Sushi had a package date strikingly close to its date of harvest. Maybe it wasn’t fully cured.

Whatever the case might be, it’s now an hour after I smoked that joint and I am still high. This stuff is a little trippy. I’ve never seen a clear breakdown of the lineage on Gas Station Sushi. I have read that it is a Kush Mints cross. Which is curious because Gas Station Sushi is a sativa. It’s marketed as a sativa and it is widely considered one of the best and raciest sativas sold from dispensaries in Illinois.

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Rollins by Cresco

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I've been returning to sativas lately, approaching them in the daytime and asking them to help me in my writing process. I don't expect or attempt to write new material when I'm high. Rather, I am expecting that the cannabis effects will help me in my editing process. The high version of my mind is like having another person read what I've written, another pair of eyes as it were.

This sativa, Rollins from Cresco, seems to have delivered on that score. Going through an old notebook, I've resurrected a few old poems, making tweaks, adding the finished result back to my submittable roster. By now I've had so many poems rejected, some of them dozens of times, that I have no reason to refrain from submitting any single poem.

The bite on the Rollins wasn't bad. And I'm saying that as I pen this from the table in my parents' dining room, with them here. Which is all to say: if grass was going to get me paranoid, this would've been the time for that to happen. My dad doesn't think much of me smoking. I posted an installment of my Weed Chronicles to another one of my blogs, which he read, asking me, "Do you have to do that every day?"


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Me-So-Hi

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This has been a good smoke. It's Me-So-Hi, by Keyway. Terrible name for a strain. It had been on the shelf for a while, according to the package date. I got it from Pecos Valley Productions in Ruidoso, New Mexico. The people working there were really nice, in good moods—jocular.

The Me-So-Hi didn't taste like much. It's supposed to be a cross between Red Headed Stranger and Durban Poison. It's a sativa. Red Headed Stranger is indeed named in homage to the 1975 album by Willie Nelson.

This flower is old and it doesn't taste like much but here I am once again with pen in hand and paper underneath. I am remembering again how this used to go. In my mind I travel back two decades, to the years right before law school, which weren't any of my most productive years but I was keeping journals then, I was writing. And I made it out of those years with what would become my marriage still intact...


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Trap Island, No Bite

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To clarify what I mean by "the bite."

It's true of marijuana, and probably true of a lot of drugs. Mushrooms come to mind. Even alcohol. You start to feel the effects of the drug but then your mind starts skimming off the worries and angst bubbling up there at the surface of your consciousness. If you've made a mistake, done something stupid, or just had something lousy happen in your life, the high will sometimes make its first stop in this territory, on these front-and-center topics. Even if you didn't think you really wanted to think about them. After all, isn't that the point of the drug, to escape, to avoid, to detach, for a little while?

My experience with marijuana is that I often encounter this "bite" phase of the high first. Sometimes it isn't negative at all but yields a "head rush" replete with wacky ideas, the highs and "high-deas" of my younger days. Pure wild-minded bliss. But if there's something I've been kicking myself over, or some nonsense I cannot get out of my head, the high will make me encounter this reality. It's the opposite of escapism. It can be therapeutic, facing what worries me. Or it can send me spinning down the bitten wormhole—if I fight it, if I allow myself to dwell there. I let the bite take its hold for a few minutes then I tell myself I smoked up to relax and enjoy myself, not to wallow...


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Strain Review: Blue Dream

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The Blue Dream ramps back up when I close my eyes.  I like that.  Oh yeah, it’s still there and it’s got room to run.  This could be an anytime strain.  Taste of coffee—I’m not sure about blueberry but maybe the taste of blueberries past the edge.  Smooth smoke, though.  

This Blue Dream was grown by Flora Farms.  In Humansville?  Possibly.  They’re based there, at least some of their flower is grown there.  I’ve passed through Humansville, MO.  A few times.  On the way to and from Tucson, AZ.  I must not’ve gone through the heart of town, just glanced the place a blow.  Thought the name was funny.  While driving back from Tucson with only Hugo the Dog along for the ride, I was keeping a journal of the drive as I drove.  When I saw the sign telling me I had entered the limits of Humansville I wrote to myself, Who names these towns?

Then a few years later, in a parking lot outside a bakery in Tucson, I was killing time looking at news on my phone and up popped an article listing all of the oddest names for towns in each one of the fifty United States.  I was hoping Humansville got the nod.  Missouri was the last state listed, and behold, Humansville got the recognition it deserves.

I’d love to stop by the Flora Farms hometown shop.  One day.  About their Blue Dream.  I’m pleasantly high, and writing.  It’s 23:16, a Saturday, April 29, 2023.  Maybe a vodka nightcap and then I’ll sleep.  

This Blue Dream was grown by Flora Farms.  In Humansville?  Possibly.  They’re based there, at least some of their flower is grown there.  I’ve passed through Humansville, MO.  A few times.  On the way to and from Tucson, AZ.  I must not’ve gone through the heart of town, just glanced the place a blow.  Thought the name was funny.  While driving back from Tucson with only Hugo the Dog along for the ride, I was keeping a journal of the drive as I drove.  When I saw the sign telling me I had entered the limits of Humansville I wrote to myself, Who names these towns? Then a few years later, in a parking lot outside a bakery in Tucson, I was killing time looking at news on my phone and up popped an article listing all of the oddest names for towns in each one of the fifty United States.  I was hoping Humansville got the nod.  Missouri was the last state listed, and behold, Humansville got the recognition it deserves. I’d love to stop by the Flora Farms hometown shop.  One day.  About their Blue Dream.  I’m pleasantly high, and writing.  It’s 23:16, a Saturday, April 29, 2023.  Maybe a vodka nightcap and then I’ll sleep...   


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