White Russian reviews

Sometimes there’s a strain… well… it’s the strain for its time and place. Fits right in there like a boot in a stirrup. And that strain is called… well, that’s not important. What is important is how it makes a man feel. Now this strain here… it don’t rush you. No sir. It just sort of eases in, like a quiet breeze through a half-open window. Starts up in the head, loosens the gears a bit, gets the thoughts meanderin’ instead of marchin’. Then it settles down into the body, spreads out nice and slow, like butter on warm toast. Ain’t the kind that sends you rattlin’ the walls or questionin’ your life choices. No, this one’s more… agreeable. Companionable. The kind you take along when you’ve got nowhere in particular to be and no real intention of gettin’ there. And I reckon that’s about all a person can ask for in a strain.

I’m not gonna do it. It’s too easy and I don’t always have to go for the low hanging fruit. I could though. Like so many others, I could be obvious and conjure a classic line from the unholy legion of movie quotes that occupy my screen-addled brain, replacing reason and sensibility with lines from a straight-to-DVD Hellraiser movie or a Strongbad email. But I won’t. I’m not going to reference a certain beloved, neo-noir dramedy about a stoner who loves bowling and drinks White Russians. I’m showing self-restraint and not indulging. Indulgences are good for the soul but can become a habit if you let them. For instance, an indulgence I try to avoid is the often frowned-upon Wake & Bake. While I certainly don’t judge anyone for whom the morning smoke is a regular thing, it’s just not my style. This is due only to how much I enjoy it; I know it would quickly become a habit. For most strains I enjoy on a regular basis, the Wake & Bake cancels all morning plans and is a serious threat to my afternoon as well. Enter White Russian, which could be a stage direction in literally any Chekhov play, a sativa-dominant hybrid of White Widow and AK-47 (get it?), and well-known for its high potency. It was with this that, upon awaking one fine day to once again wallow in the agonizingly slow heat death of the universe, I stood, as if in defiance against this cosmic decay and, to the rising of the pitiless dawn itself, declared: “Oh, screw it. I’m having a Wake & Bake.” Fast forward an hour or two, when my wife and I went out to accomplish our tedious grown-up tasks, I felt a lingering calm that carried me through our trek into the wasteland. What starts with a slow, calming high becomes a surprisingly long-lasting relaxation which left me both uplifted and energetic and got me wondering if sometimes an indulgence may in fact be a good habit in disguise. And if you disagree, well that’s just, like, your opinion, man… Ah, damn it.

Great strain.... thought it would be close to the AK-47 of the 90s.... not even close 😞

I look for either White Russian or Orange Soda when it's time to do physical chores, where you have to think as well as do. Great for doing anything outdoors, or tedious stuff like catching up on that stack of mail you've let pile up and now has become a tommorrow task for eternity unless I get motivated. White Russian is my Red Bull without all the poison.

I really liked the White Russian strain of Medical Marijuana. I got to try White Widow and White Rhino way before I ever saw any of the White Russian strain living here on the East Coast in Virginia.

I’m new to the THCA seen, I never thought I’d see the day that I could legally buy this beautiful plant. White Russian in small doses for me is a perfect sativa. I’m able to do simple house chores with little to no stiffness and pains. I’ve had 2 back surgery and arthritis. THCA has helped me feel more like my old self again.

I design album cover artwork….needless to say I’ve designed three covers in the last hour…love this strain !!!!

White Russian, as many others have said, will make you feel like you have loads of energy. I immediately started whipping up dinner like I was on a Gordon Ramsey cooking show! That said, I was also immediately struck by the munchies. The comedown was nice, I relaxed and then passed out - the sleep was great - had way more dreams than usual (all very interesting). Today, the next day, I’m feeling good but very very goofy, my sense of humor has doubled and my anxiety cannot be found!