Super Colorful Weed
JANUARY 21
2019
I love weed of every hue, but super colorful weed is positively psychedelic. I remember the first time I had weed that was like a rainbow. My husband, Nicholas and I were in Washington interning at WAM Oil in January 2014. He had fallen in love with concentrates. I wanted to gain as much cannabis knowledge and experience as I could. I already knew how to grow weed. However, I wanted to learn a value added service to be on another level. At the time, Washington was debating i502. Nicholas and I even had to opportunity to go to Olympia to sit at the court to demonstrate our support and allegiance to the medical cannabis movement. Everything was in flux, so people were both bold and somewhat nervous about what was legal and what was not. It was in the midst of this trepidation that Nicholas decide he wanted to go to one of the flourishing weed farmer’s markets around the city. I was less than excited about the adventure. Back then, I was on board about bringing the beauty of cannabis to light, but I was not willing to push any boundaries or be super open about it.
*My how times have changed*
However, I was not going to be left out. We arrived at the spot and I remember there was only one guy *sort of* checking ID before granting us entrance into the dimly lit open air. The smoke was so thick that I initially thought I would suffocate. But the expected burning in my throat never came. Rather, the sweet scents of many different kinds of cannabis washed over me. I swear I became high just walking in the door. I remember everything seeming a bit grey; washed out from the persistent smoke. A number of tables lined the outer perimeter of the room and a few tables stood in the center. Behind each table were one or two barely legal vendors nonchalantly passing time. However, when a person showing the slightest interest passed by, the formerly drab and dormant looking young men would suddenly become excited and eager to demonstrate the dankness of their weed. Afterwards, they retreated into their own cocoons of smoke. It was almost eerie. To my untrained eye, everything looked good. Unlike the brittle weed we were getting down in Florida, everything looked fresh, bright, and juicy. The hues all started to run together in a sea of green for me until I was startled into paying attention. Right at the end of our perusal, almost at the point where we began, we saw Obama Kush for the first time.
Nicholas and I barely heard what the vendor was saying. We were too busy gorging on a visual feast of reds, oranges, and purples. We had no idea that cannabis could look like this. Sure we had seen some pictures in High Times Magazine, but nothing compares to seeing grand beauty with one’s own two eyes. We bought and eighth of it and I skipped outside of the hall like a kid leaving the candy store. Gone was my early wariness, replaced by unbounded glee at the new new that I was about to enjoy. We returned to the basement AirBnB that had seemed like a good idea, but revealed itself not to be the case. In that tiny firetrap, we smoked half of the bag in one sitting. Though I now inhale an eight without blinking, at the time, this was a very big amount of cannabis to consume; and in a small one-hitter, no less. I remember we laughed for hours on end. I remember how we planned to come over to the west coast and bask in all of the lovely weed it had to offer. It was a good dream and a good time that became reality.
My Own Colorful Weed
I have had the privilege to grow every year since I have been here in California. This past harvest was of my own one-off crosses between Spanish genetics that I liked and some American genetics that really spoke to me. In 2017, one of my best ganja plants was Vintner’s Moonshine from Norstar Genetics. It grew somewhat like lilac and rosemary, with dense purple buds up and down the stems. Several cannabis plants were crossed with Vintner’s Moonshine. This Super Skunk x Vintner’s Moonshine cross is spectacular (pictured here and in the header). Due to the high amount of anthocynanins, the flavonoids in fruit and vegetables that give them their red, purple, and orange shades, her colors are vivid. The aroma is sugarcane mixed with cherry candy. And as I sit here puffing a chillum stuffed with only this weed (as opposed to my normal hash weed mixture), I feel very good. Caressing me is a feeling of bliss and contentedness in my own skin and my place in the grand scheme of life. I try to think of something bothersome and the ideas can barely be summoned before they dissipate and disappear. For those with anxiety like me, this smoke is ideal. I do not feel wildly euphoric, so there will be no procrastidancing. And I do not feel distracted not curious, so there will be no procrastisearching. I just feel good. And sometimes, that is just perfect.
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