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COCannabis
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Straight fire. A personal all-time favorite strain, just as good as any elite imo. Ridiculous euphoria and extreme potency, very trippy. I write this as I'm peaking and short phrases seem to be the best way to get my thoughts across. Smoked a much shittier-grown version in Amsterdam that was still bomb, but this is somsehting else. The taste has morphed since it's been sitting in m closet for probably 11/2 months now, slowly getting smoked as I hoard it. It used to be more skunky piney, whereas now it's a delectable, complex taste that is mostly of an astringent and nose-recoiling flavor with complimenting and just-as-strong notes of pine and sandalwood. In the background is a sort of sweetness that comes through in the aftertaste. Absolutely brilliant.
Each song that comes on right now seems to represent the moment--things ain't like they used to be by the black keys; fly like an eagle by stevie miller (b/c of the time keeps on slippin slippin slippin...). It's super-trippy. I should also note I'm paranoid. I heard some thumping (currently and very temporarily residing in a set of condos where we're all connected with doors outside) and thought the police were knocking on the door. I'm playing the music unreasonably quietly because I'm staying in a condo with someone who's not down and in my mind, them hearing music=them knowing i'm high.
Crazy heady, I would say more-so than Headband even. I also find it oddly coincidental that this weed also made me feel like I had a headband on. When I came inside from the cold, I actually reached up to take my non-existent hat off, which as I write still is there. My ears and forehead feel REALLY hot. Absurd weed that feels like your first time, not to mention the taste is heavenly. Buds are long and finger-like, very much like a high-alpine pine tree. Unlike those trees however, these buds are surpsingly dense--which I contribute to the growing means of Pank. They are also COVERED with crystals, and the photos do not do justice. I still can't believe how the OGs sell past this stuff--they both have their places but NH is something else. My heart is pounding and my fingers are shaking still, so I'm going to do the official template report with pictures later, but these are probabaly the worst photos of Pank's bud I've taken.
Before I stop, it ocurred to me I should write what I first logged in to write: my paranoid smoking story of this bud. I smoked on my balcony of the previously-mentioned condos, where EVERYONE has to come up. I just had a small bowl, and took 2 hits, in the process of the 3rd, when 2 women came out to hit the hot tub from an adjacent condo balcony. They were below me and I heard them say it smells like pot in a fairly neutral manner. less than 10 seconds later, 2 other people come walking downstairs that i recongized from my condo complex, so they were coming to my balcony--i thought I'd take evasive action, (by this point a 3rd party came outside to make a phone call adjacent to me) so I left the balcony before the 2 others got to me. If this is still making sense, I'll continue; if you're not entertained by now you should probably stop reading though :)
So anyways, I peace out all paranoid like, when ANOTHER group of people comes walking by me, and by this point I heard literally every person I saw comment that it smelled like weed, and I was pretty clearly the culprit. I'm in a very tolerant town right now (tons of tourists though) so it really was not necessary to worry so much, but goddamn this stuff will get you going. good thing is you're giggling the whole time and having fun as well. Full report to come later.
Each song that comes on right now seems to represent the moment--things ain't like they used to be by the black keys; fly like an eagle by stevie miller (b/c of the time keeps on slippin slippin slippin...). It's super-trippy. I should also note I'm paranoid. I heard some thumping (currently and very temporarily residing in a set of condos where we're all connected with doors outside) and thought the police were knocking on the door. I'm playing the music unreasonably quietly because I'm staying in a condo with someone who's not down and in my mind, them hearing music=them knowing i'm high.
Crazy heady, I would say more-so than Headband even. I also find it oddly coincidental that this weed also made me feel like I had a headband on. When I came inside from the cold, I actually reached up to take my non-existent hat off, which as I write still is there. My ears and forehead feel REALLY hot. Absurd weed that feels like your first time, not to mention the taste is heavenly. Buds are long and finger-like, very much like a high-alpine pine tree. Unlike those trees however, these buds are surpsingly dense--which I contribute to the growing means of Pank. They are also COVERED with crystals, and the photos do not do justice. I still can't believe how the OGs sell past this stuff--they both have their places but NH is something else. My heart is pounding and my fingers are shaking still, so I'm going to do the official template report with pictures later, but these are probabaly the worst photos of Pank's bud I've taken.
Before I stop, it ocurred to me I should write what I first logged in to write: my paranoid smoking story of this bud. I smoked on my balcony of the previously-mentioned condos, where EVERYONE has to come up. I just had a small bowl, and took 2 hits, in the process of the 3rd, when 2 women came out to hit the hot tub from an adjacent condo balcony. They were below me and I heard them say it smells like pot in a fairly neutral manner. less than 10 seconds later, 2 other people come walking downstairs that i recongized from my condo complex, so they were coming to my balcony--i thought I'd take evasive action, (by this point a 3rd party came outside to make a phone call adjacent to me) so I left the balcony before the 2 others got to me. If this is still making sense, I'll continue; if you're not entertained by now you should probably stop reading though :)
So anyways, I peace out all paranoid like, when ANOTHER group of people comes walking by me, and by this point I heard literally every person I saw comment that it smelled like weed, and I was pretty clearly the culprit. I'm in a very tolerant town right now (tons of tourists though) so it really was not necessary to worry so much, but goddamn this stuff will get you going. good thing is you're giggling the whole time and having fun as well. Full report to come later.