Went to Newport, OR for a long weekend that dovetailed into the end of Spring break, 2021. I had planned to get some flower on the coast, just to see what the offerings were outside of Bend where I live. A local recommended Medication Station the night before so there is where I went. After a short wait, I was warmly invited up to the counter. I told the budtender that I was a Sativa guy. He showed me how to identify which strains on the shelves were Sativa-only, and pulled out a jar of something called "Voyager 1 Littles," with 23.4% THC and .08% CBD. He told me that it was really nice flower and invited me to smell it through my mask. Sativas tend not to be real pungent like Indicas in my experience. Voyager 1 Littles had a nice woody, cedary, resiny scent with maybe a hint of lemon. I gathered that the word "Littles" was added because most of the nuggets were roly-poly small. I asked how one of their other Sativas of similar %s was. He said it was pretty good, but didn't offer to pull it out. After what almost became an awkward silence I said, "But that's the one?" pointing to the jar of Voyager 1 Littles that he held in his hands. He nodded with quiet conviction, "this is the one." I wondered if maybe they had gathered up all of the smallest nuggets from other strains, put them in a vial, and were trying to slough them off on an out-of-towner. But the nuggets all looked basically the same, so maybe not. I said "okay, give me an eighth."
Every now and then you come across some really good, powerful bud, and that's exactly what this weed is. It's very pleasant when I take one, lighter, greener hit of it from my water pipe. It's still a little damp so it doesn't burn very hot at first. But the first time I took a big, hot rip of it, I slipped out of my chair and rolled my body on top of my drummer's stool, knees on the ground, head and chest resting on the cushion like a drunk draped over a commode, all the while communing with God over the next half hour to 45 minutes, completely incapacitated. One hit wiped out a daily smoker.
My point is, the budtender absolutely did me right. He didn't know me other than that I was just a tourist in town, and he pulled out the champaign immediately. "This is what you want, the good stuff, while we still have some." That is class-A, honest budtending in my opinion. I don't remember his name but I'll say he was a young man, taller than shorter, slender build, and mixed-ish maybe? Kodos, my friend. Thank you very much! I will be back when I'm in Newport next.