C........d

Yeah I didn't know it was some kind of OG Kush derivative, and I thought it would be mellower than the Cherry Pie I had been smoking for a while, so I just jumped in without caution and got hella lit the F up. First time came on slow then I started to think up cool silly band names and the next thing I know I had my phone out, about to text my guy in the middle of the night, "yo dude what the hell else did your boy put in this shit man!?" I felt like I was coming on to acid and started to panic. But then I immediately got a grip and told myself, "dude you smoked too much, jackass!" and so I went and sat on the toilet for a couple minutes with the lights off; the only illumination coming in through the bathroom window from the outside light on my apartment building, casting a soft warm glow into the bathroom and restoring my reason. "Just go enjoy this incredible high, bro." And so I did, because it was (incredible). Now after numerous sessions it doesn't rock me quite as hard (though I slightly decreased the dose), but it never disappoints, and somehow it doesn't take as long to kick in. I never could remember that cool band name. I should've written it down.

I'm always down to snack on the various members of the Cookie family, and I was particularly stoked to get my hands on Blue Cookies after a friend gave it a stellar review. But I actually wound up liking it instead of loving it. A bit of a creeper for me as it routinely took about twenty minutes to kick in and then only moderately instead of the "crushing blow of euphoria" that Leafly was proclaiming. Still, with extra effort I managed to get there and did enjoy some blissed out moments of euphoric ascendance. Definitely put me on the nod a few times and I loved being in a halfway dream state, somewhat asleep while still being conscious that I'm sitting in a chair. But overall it didn't quite scratch the itch the way I was expecting. However, last night I took a bottom of the bag bong hit of shake with kief and man, there was that crushing blow straight to the head as advertised, and it hit hard within five minutes instead of twenty. It turned out to be a one and done evening for me as I spent the next hour like a helium balloon floating up against the ceiling. I normally re-up every hour, but this time I had to wait two hours, and as I returned to the living room to set myself up for the next session I fell asleep on the couch before I could get the job done, so I guess the job got DONE.

I'm so high that it's burning all the mold out of my brain. My mind is going on tangent after tangent. Talking to a friend soon enough leads into the wilderness. This is the kind of high that you can't face your parents, or friend's parents on (even at the age of 46). BECAUSE THEY'LL KNOW. So classic. Big dumbass pothead high. Listening to an Iron Maiden cassette on a boom box in a tree fort in the woods in the early 1980s. Trying to light something on fire or smash a TV set with a hammer or rocks. It's heavy. Remember when you were a kid and you'd just invent stuff with your friends, that was ultimately worthless nonsense, yet perfectly encapsulated the youthful creative faculty in its most raw and immediate form? Yeah I don't know if I can really remember that either. I'm falling asleep on the bus, but I want to ride this till the end of the line.

Oh shit, this is IT. This is my high. This is the way I want to be. Summed up while stoned all I could say and all that needed to be said in fact was a slow and dopey "Yeeaah maaan...raaad...this is sooo rad maan...yeah!" So uplifted, so relaxed; such mental, physical and spiritual well being washing over and flowing through me. Saint Sherbinski for sure. after a half hour I wound up on the couch in a trance, leaning back, head tilted up; eyes closed, mouth open, but still present while definitely on the nod. Came to in total bliss and hit that stuff again. I felt like a long-lost and forgotten Greek god of getting rad (couch-locked on Mt Olympus). I even bought a Body Glove t-shirt that said "Get Rad." I walked into my local organic grocery store wearing the shirt and high on Sherbet. After finishing my transaction the cashier just gave me a sly but warm smile and said, "Stay rad, man..." HE KNEW and now so do you.

Very nice sharp and bright aroma that lasts long when cured properly. Great face melting high that had me tongue-tied for at least a half hour as I could not, and would not open my mouth for fear of giving vent to unintelligible gibberish, so I just had to sit there in a chair, slightly shifting position every few moments in fried discomfort (not in a bad mental way, but the only available chair sucked) so I tried just standing there but soon noticed that I was leaning heavily on anything near me. I was having a hilarious but silent time because two people were with me and having a seemingly serious and complicated conversation that I knew I would ruin the second I opened my mouth and let the psychotic nonsense pour out. relaxes the body as the facemelt starts fading, but man that first hour is a wild but manageable ride.

After a moderately bumpy lift-off I reached a cruising altitude of a deep, contemplative passivity and detachment, yet fully aware that I was unmistakably stoned. This is the weed of the aristocracy that seeks pleasure, amusement and diversion, but always with a smug, self possessed and blasé demeanor. While I'm really quite high I feel very grounded and lizard-like; just sitting in silence and listening to the second hand tick on an old clock on the wall. I'm only just barely happier than I was before I smoked this, but I just came out of a trance where I thought the sound of the clock's ticking second hand was a chorus of hand claps to the beat of some 70s rock band's live album. I thought up some giggly ideas and I laughed at them. I'm having a hilarious time in the third person. I'm basically useless but my mind is still wandering around in serene yet heavy way.

I was starting to think that I just wasn't a 100% Indica guy - the majority of my experiences so far had been centered on drowsiness and physical incapacitation, without much (or any, in a couple cases) mental stimulation. But then Purple Kush entered my life, turned it upside down, shook the snow globe and instantly claimed a spot in my all time favorites. It came on slowly and moderately, with both a physical relaxation and a mild but considerable head high. Typical easy-going indica so far, so I had some more. That's when the mind and body high both shot up to 11 and knocked me into the deep end of a pool of warm pudding. I pondered whether or not I felt attached to my body, or was it someone else's body. I never made up my mind because I was suddenly dancing in my living room to music with the lights off. Not very Indica-like behavior. But soon enough I was back on the couch, incredibly blazingly high, but in such a comfortable way. It all went dopey, psychedelic and giggly from there as I began texting goofy nonsense to a close friend and musing at my arrival at this state of mind and body. Truly where medicine meets recreational enjoyment. Amazing. A new must-have for me, to get lifted up and laid down like that. Slept like a log, and woke up still under the heavy mental blanket the next morning, which didn't wear off until the early afternoon. I want and need this in my life, but only periodically as I never want to build a tolerance for this or take it for granted. Now I know how peasants can endure the harsh living conditions in Afghanistan.

The description here is a bit misleading. Chupacabra is a cross of Golden Goat and Gupta Kush. Golden Goat is in turn a cross of Island Sweet Skunk with a cross of Hawaiian Sativa landrace and Romulan, while Gupta Kush is a cross of Ghost OG and Blue Moonshine. I didn't find this strain to be very visually appealing, but crikey was this strong and rather menacing with a high that is a direct flight to la-la land. I felt a very prominent kush presence. Hits hard in both mind and body. I didn't get any creeper effect as it kicked in quicker than usual compared to other strains. You can quickly find yourself in a dark and bewildering place if you aren't careful. I stumbled into this dark side more than once, even after making what I thought were the necessary adjustments in dosing size and timing. I even noticed a few seasoned hardcore weed veterans backing down after a short session. But when it's on it's ON. Not a daytime strain unless you spend your days unemployed with nothing better to do. Puts me in a cartoon-like, sluggish euphoric daze. Heavy doom weed that will push you around. Sometimes it's like you're on something else entirely...

to my nose it's just pine needles, before and after combustion. first 5-15 minutes I get a racy sativa feeling, where I can feel my heart beating stronger. then I'm getting uplifted for ten to fifteen minutes minutes. suddenly the sativa feeling is gone and I'm in couch lock mode. I'm feeling kinda druggy and slow, but I can stay in a conversation if people can forgive my (I just got lost and spaced out looking at my phone, what?) tendency to dude I'm just going to sign off and go listen to No Quarter by Led Zeppelin. ok I'm back. this strain definitely definitely has a more narcotic indica vibe after the initial sativa lift-off. made me sit there staring off at nothing in particular. made my roommate start complimenting my facial hair. this would be the ideal strain to watch a three way battle between tigers, baboons and cobras. then ride off on a chopper doing a wheelie with a crossbow slung over your shoulder. overall high reminds me more of the wedding cake strain, after that initial sativa come-on. then you soon think it's wearing off, but it's not, so don't be too quick to re-up before you're absolutely sure you need to, or you might wind up in the middle of the tiger/baboon/cobra fight.

You know that stereotype in some movies, the older insane guy who is laughing maniacally that resistance is futile and we're all gonna die anyway? Because his mind and spirit have been shattered by an implacable opponent? Well that was me on my first time with 3D. Like riding a bicycle without handlebars. I started out helpless on the couch, surrendering against my will to a giddy, floaty feeling amidst giggles that I didn't fully believe were mine. Resistance it now appears, is useless... So what better idea than to walk down to my local grocery store, because I don't need anything and being in public is surely a brilliant plan? The wobbly walk down gave me plenty of opportunity to mull over my situation: does anyone need to be this high? Just what do I hope to achieve? What if I actually decide and attempt to buy something? Will I be able to navigate the immense complexities of a transaction with the cashier? What about the subtle social cues that are inextricably woven in with the basic financial transaction? The layered nuances of both social and financial transactions wrapped into an impossible matrix of human consciousness. ENTER THE THIRD DIMENSION. All the above cogitations were were washed away as I entered the grocery store and degenerated into walking up and down the cookie aisle, lecturing the cookies out loud about how they were lousy imitations of the cookies I enjoyed as a child. That's when an employee poked his head around the corner to see what I was up to. He heard me a couple aisles over and was worried. Time to move on. I walked down the baking aisle and noticed a box of chocolate pancake mix with a growling bear on the cover and something about POWER written on the label. I began taking pictures and texting it to friends. "Can you believe this ridiculous shit?!?" And so of course I now had something to buy. With the power bear chocolate pancake mix as my talisman, I was able to deal with the cashier with minimal fears that he could see the horns growing out of my head. Walking home I had the sensation that my head was only loosely and vaguely associated with my body, and that my brain was a separate agent with only the most casual relationship with my body, which was largely walking me home without much direction from myself. Safety home the rest of the evening entirely disappeared. 4 stars because while I fear and revere these effects, I'm not so sure that this is the way I need to be. However followup sessions on 3D have been more focused and easy to deal with as my brain adapts. It's still a mindcrusher though. Ease yourself into this one.