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I'm no weed connoiseur. I can't give an extremely in depth description of anything I've smoked; I ask for anything for anxiety, sometimes indica, sometimes sativa, sometimes a hybrid. Most of the weed I've smoked have all been unmemorable. But Strawberry Cough is hands down my favourite. It's the only weed I've ever cared to remember what it was called in order to go back for it. If a dispensary doesn't have it, I don't shop there. I'll pay whatever I have to for the best of it. It's the first time I've ever smoked weed and felt like every stoner stereotype I saw in movies. Giggly, bubbly, and uplifting. Everything is funny and the jokes are always flying when I smoke it, not to mention my creativity is through the roof on this stuff, especially when I am with other people. That being said, it's also great to smoke alone. Unfortunately, your eyes are a dead giveaway with this stuff, but honestly it's worth it for even the help it's done when it comes to anxiety and depression--"everybody's my friend and I love myself!" I screamed, high off my ass outside a crowded Cheesecake Factory This strain means a lot to me, which is not something I thought I'd say about weed. I shared my first strawberry cough with my parents. My parents have a strained relationship, as well as my dad and I. Before we smoked, we had fought and cried like never before. We lit up, and everything changed. My dad struggles with extreme chronic pain, as well as depression. Smoking strawberry cough with my dad was hands down the best time I've had with him in a very long time, and he was quick to say that his pain had ceased and become bearable, even a little, and he was the happiest I had seen him in years. It was like having my dad back. We haven't laughed that hard in a long time, and besides that unnecessary backstory, I can always count on strawberry cough for a good time, and a good laugh, every time.