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Ladies and Gents,
We have any number of modern day high percentage cannabis. Those of us whom are a little older may have experienced crazier highs from cannabis whose numbers maybe weren't so high.
Thing is, our open market these days is chalk full of Grandaddy's, Cookies, Sherbet's, Dreams, Hazes, Purple Cadillac's and I could spend a month by itself naming the names of the nameless and their higher and lower named subs etc.
But I clearly remember growing up in an east suburb of Los Angeles off the 10 freeway and I was a part of a culture.
Given my age range I was alert and well broken in well because my Mother worked at the phone company(GTE) and that whole place was chalk-full of the most mathematical, articulate, literary, horticulturally minded, musically inclined, seasoned, well traveled, native veteran Californian pot heads in modern history. These are the same people who installed land lines before we spent our lives distracted by iPhones. Back then the "big thing" was replacing wire with fiber optic cable.
This would be between the mid to late 80's through 1990 when I'd graduated.
I distinctly remember some absolutely insane highs and most of what was available were landrace and/or foreign landrace hybrids. Circa 1986 through 1989 saw myself and any number of my friends weekends, individual days and long evenings that were spent high as phuk and I've only had a handful of those highs(it was Tuesday and then it was Wednesday kind of highs).
*My personal list of what launched me into the stratosphere if not Chapel Perilous completely(against my will) are as follows by what they were called back then:
Guatemalan Red
Chocolate Buddha Thai
Panamanian(who knows, maybe it was the fabled Red?)
Michoacan(which looked like dirty thin whispy sativa spears that really didn't have a lot to them) but I remember having my head between my knees waiting for it to end!!!
Humboldt. Pfffffft! Who knows what it really was. Honestly. I've had coastal Mendo and Big Sur bud since then that tasted like what was being called Humboldt. See, we didn't have garage names for pot back then. There was good stuff and mediocre but that flavor can come from just about any west coastal region.
And one time only this unknown sativa that was absolutely cured to perfection; short thin, golden/amber/lime green buds with bright brick red hairs; smelt like banana tropical skunk with calyx's the size of my pinky nail; spiraling to a Corona bottle wide head. I was working at a night club and my DJ just said, "You ready? Here we goooooo..." and the onset was immediate; psychedelic, beyond thought provoking and you just weren't in control. Lol! Laced? Maybe. Who knows, but... I want whatever that was BACK!
Today, I have only found a Sage and Sour(Berkeley); a Jack The Ripper(Subcool); a Cherry AK(Berkeley); and one rare BlackJack at the Cup last year that rival but can't beat the highs that I'd had back then.
WHAT were YOU exposed to that just left you lost and inundated? Lol! Old or new. Either way.
Pretel
We have any number of modern day high percentage cannabis. Those of us whom are a little older may have experienced crazier highs from cannabis whose numbers maybe weren't so high.
Thing is, our open market these days is chalk full of Grandaddy's, Cookies, Sherbet's, Dreams, Hazes, Purple Cadillac's and I could spend a month by itself naming the names of the nameless and their higher and lower named subs etc.
But I clearly remember growing up in an east suburb of Los Angeles off the 10 freeway and I was a part of a culture.
Given my age range I was alert and well broken in well because my Mother worked at the phone company(GTE) and that whole place was chalk-full of the most mathematical, articulate, literary, horticulturally minded, musically inclined, seasoned, well traveled, native veteran Californian pot heads in modern history. These are the same people who installed land lines before we spent our lives distracted by iPhones. Back then the "big thing" was replacing wire with fiber optic cable.
This would be between the mid to late 80's through 1990 when I'd graduated.
I distinctly remember some absolutely insane highs and most of what was available were landrace and/or foreign landrace hybrids. Circa 1986 through 1989 saw myself and any number of my friends weekends, individual days and long evenings that were spent high as phuk and I've only had a handful of those highs(it was Tuesday and then it was Wednesday kind of highs).
*My personal list of what launched me into the stratosphere if not Chapel Perilous completely(against my will) are as follows by what they were called back then:
Guatemalan Red
Chocolate Buddha Thai
Panamanian(who knows, maybe it was the fabled Red?)
Michoacan(which looked like dirty thin whispy sativa spears that really didn't have a lot to them) but I remember having my head between my knees waiting for it to end!!!
Humboldt. Pfffffft! Who knows what it really was. Honestly. I've had coastal Mendo and Big Sur bud since then that tasted like what was being called Humboldt. See, we didn't have garage names for pot back then. There was good stuff and mediocre but that flavor can come from just about any west coastal region.
And one time only this unknown sativa that was absolutely cured to perfection; short thin, golden/amber/lime green buds with bright brick red hairs; smelt like banana tropical skunk with calyx's the size of my pinky nail; spiraling to a Corona bottle wide head. I was working at a night club and my DJ just said, "You ready? Here we goooooo..." and the onset was immediate; psychedelic, beyond thought provoking and you just weren't in control. Lol! Laced? Maybe. Who knows, but... I want whatever that was BACK!
Today, I have only found a Sage and Sour(Berkeley); a Jack The Ripper(Subcool); a Cherry AK(Berkeley); and one rare BlackJack at the Cup last year that rival but can't beat the highs that I'd had back then.
WHAT were YOU exposed to that just left you lost and inundated? Lol! Old or new. Either way.
Pretel
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