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?