Know Zero Things About Dabbing and Don’t Want to Ask? This is for You
I’ve been a regular cannabis consumer for many years, but my frame of reference for dabbing was this:
• On Instagram, dabbing looks like hip kids (21+) taking fancy bong hits.
• I’ve heard one too many horror stories about first time dabs.
• I hot-knifed hash in college. That’s kind of the same, right? No. Yes. No.
Impressed by my ignorance (or calling bluff on my indifference?), my colleagues here at Leafly challenged me to go from zero to dab-hero from this place of anemic knowledge. No diving into our own excellent guide to dabbing
, no seasoned dabber to assist (“without a lifeguard!” said my co-editor Bailey Rahn). Get from here to there by talking to budtenders until I felt like I had my questions answered.
Luckily for me, the closest dispensary to Leafly HQ is Dockside Cannabis
. Double lucky, the next available budtender when I arrived was Ben Perez. Before my time here, Leafly selected Ben as 2017’s Best Budtender in WA.
I promise on all things holy, this was a coincidence. It was my first visit to Dockside, I had no idea we’d previously bestowed this honor to a Dockside budtender. In hindsight, I believe the universe was setting me up for a successful inaugural dab.
First Things First
You need a lot of things to dab.
• A dab rig and “banger” (like a small bong and bowl, but not).
• A cannabis concentrate. Also called: shatter, butter/budder, rosin, wax, rocks n’ sauce, butane hash oil (BHO), and … More?
• A torch, to get to a (controlled) temp pretty fast.
• An optional “nail” which isn’t a nail nail (although in hindsight an actual nail might’ve worked). More on that below.
• An optional carb cap which functions like a lid over your bowl (oops banger) in-between hits.
If you’re in a quality place like Dockside, you might also leave with a handy one-sheet about dab rigs upon which your patient and kind budtender has used a Sharpie to draw a small dot illustrating the tiny amount of concentrate you should dab as a first-timer.
KEY TAKEAWAY: VERY SMALL DOT. Like a capital O in Helvetica type face, font size 20.
Moving Right Along
After thirty minutes of Q & A with one exceptional budtender, I left with:
• A dab rig made of borosilicate glass ($80)
• A Clean Green certified concentrate of Strawberry Cough by Puffin Farm ($45)
• A torch ($24)
• A quartz, thermal style (per the receipt) “banger” ($10)
• A thermal directional carb cap, the optional lid-type thing ($3)
All in: $162 spent, pre-tax.
Plus a stop at nearby gas station to fill the torch with butane.
But let’s back up.
Why Dab in the First Place?
Do I need to dab? Do I want to? Isn’t it just an outrageous form of consumption better suited to power-users and younger people who want to partayyy? Why would someone in my demographic—well past my experimentation days, very satisfied with my chosen pleasures—venture into this territory?
Well, I sit ten feet away from Will Hyde, The Avid Dabber
himself, so I asked him.
ME: Hey Will, why do I want to dab?
WILL: A number of reasons. Some people like vaporizing instead of combusting. While others prefer the… robust effects from higher doses of cannabinoids. But to me, it’s all about flavor! High quality hash and concentrates really emphasize the essence and nuance of each strain. When extractors and hash makers work with top-shelf cannabis the results are pretty incredible! It’s a beautiful combination of art, science, and nature.
Okay, Let’s Do This
I think I followed Ben’s instructions. I tried to use a teeny tiny drop of concentrate, but I’d opted out of buying a nail since my concentrate had a syringe-esque plunger. You can put your sauce on the nail to see/control exactly how much you put in the dab rig (the nail functions other ways, too). But me? I pointed the syringe straight into the rig and one air bubbly burp later, a droplet was in there waiting for me, slightly bigger than Helvetica O size 20.
Ben said “You clear the rig, there is no ‘loading a bowl’ to pass around.” I proceeded, but didn’t clear the dab rig. I was nervous as hell! A few hours later my family would be at dinner. Arriving privately elevated is nothing new. Crash landing at the table like Yotam Perel got a hold of me?
Not an option.
Within a minute of my first hit, I filled with a high rush so intensely full-body my heart sank and I feared I was next in the “flopped after first dab” data set. But … that didn’t happen. Instead, I acclimated to this verrry heightened feeling—all senses keenly keyed up—although it came on with incredible speed. It wasn’t a measured jog up to my cozy place, it was more like “not high not high HIGH NOW.”
It didn’t escalate, though. I relaxed into the big high. It was manageable. It felt super excellent. Not like vaping. Not like edibles. Robust, yes.
Like Will said, the flavors were incredibly alive. I spent a lot of years as a restaurant Sommelier, I’m comfortable identifying flavors across my palate. I have never tasted such distinct flavor notes in weed, nor did I ever expect to. Was I tasting clear berry notes by power of suggestion? I was, after all, smoking Strawberry Cough. Or did it really truly taste and smell like berries?
After an hour-ish of giggling my way through putting hats on a good-sport of a dog, I went back for another hit of research. It was not power of suggestion. The dab really truly smelled and tasted like bright, juicy berries. Amazing!
The high was clean and clear. I was pretty darn elevated but didn’t feel anxious or panicky. Just giggly and very, very good.
My fault, but, I wasn’t sure what to do with any matter left in the rig. Burn it off? Wipe it out? Concentrate is expensive, surely people don’t flush the dregs? If I smoke it, is it like a reduced sauce, stronger than the original? Oh wait, is this what the carb cap was for? Not sure I used that for its intended purpose.
Dabbing overall felt very involved, some combo of high maintenance and precious. Otherwise nothing bad to report.
Between flavor-bursting vapor and an intense, crystal clear high, there’s a purity and a reach with dabbing that other consumption methods can’t touch. I can see how it’d be fun for a group of friends to sit around dabbing together, as long as someone at the table was reliably experienced.
Am I a yabba dabba doer? I doubt it. My easy vape habit feels daunting enough by this dilemma: hit my PAX Era with the Heylo pod, or my G Pen Gio plugged with Oleum? That’s as much as I want to think about it.
However, this is me, and not commentary on dabbing as a whole. If I parallel it to my wine life—I was that next-level pro, taster of everything, reading the science, hands in the dirt, always stretching my palate and knowledge—couldn’t it be that devoted dabbers are simply the most pot-appreciative among us, in pursuit of the purest, most beautiful, least-obstructed expression the flower can offer? Yep, it could be that. Respect. And I’m okay not being there with them.
“If you decide to try it again, I’d like to dab with you,” Will said after I described my experience. “I love taking people on that journey, explaining what’s happening while it’s happening, and showing people how to have an enjoyable dab.”