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Yup. I broke Reddit. Could not put the entire text in a single post. I hit the limit folks. See the last pic. Hope I got the split right.

Mic drop.

P.S. - Miles. If you read this, DM me. I have something non-cannabis related for you. ;)

-continued from part 1of3. see previous post-

3. (again)

Four54 - Route 66. This one is actually an accident. I meant to get Cherry Bang Bang on the advice of longtime listener/second time caller. I love fuckin' up good. If you are going to make a mistake, make it a good one.

I bought it once before and was blown away. Totally unique smell and flavor. Mostly smell though. That may have actually been the moment of conception for this review. Ewww. I feel impregnated. I saved one bud out of that original 3.5g for months and just smoked it days before I got this can. It was fine after all that time, but did not have the same taste and smell bomb as I remembered. Can she deliver again in the new can? Will she earn her place on the Clamsand Shelf of Jars of Good Weed Fame? Let's find out.

If I recall, I liked the bud better than the concentrate. Going to start with a joint and see. If it rules, I may not press it. 'GASP.' I know. Blaspheming traitor. Shhhh...I swing both ways...don't tell anyone.

The strange smell is there. Stronger than the Volo, and less citrus. Starting to look like it is a mix of a few terps I'm looking for. Makes things more difficult. Caryophyllene is listed first on the label, but no numbers and no actual indication if they are in a descending order. I'm guessing they are though, and I'm fine with it. We all the know the number on the label isn't what is in the box.

Buds are dense, moist, and covered in goodness. I really like the frosty look. Nice light green...not for fans of the purp.

Those with poverty of the mind or pocketbook will measure it as underweight with their meat scales. As always, the science based detector reveals the fair truth. Count is good.

You can feel the density when you squeeze the buds, but not a hard dryness. Insane tropical smells out of the grinder. That's the punch I remember. I would grow this strain myself if I had access to the seeds or clones. What a great smell. No skunk, no gas, all desserts and jams and beach cocktails...and nothing smells simnulated. Broke up nice, but not huge.

Fingers are getting sticky from the final chop up. Old Clammy is holding them out for you silverpeasunshine2. Smell The Glove if you're into that kinda thing. So Spinal.

I can see how the smell profile would divide people if they like it more skunky, or just a more typical balance of terps. Kinda like cilantro. I like it.

Strong cherry flavors on the dry toke. There it is. This and Blkmkt Zoy sauce are the quintessential I think. I don't even think I pegged it as cherry the first time around...I just knew I loved it. Where's a bigger bag guys?!?

Rolled a joint and I don't even want to smoke the thing. Same issue I have with top shelf liquor...I just enjoy the aromas so much I don't even want to drink them. Sometimes I pour a half ounce and wake up to positively find the glass half full.

Early oil ring. A bit more acrid than the Volo, but still nice flavor, and not as racy. Good hybridish boost by halfway. Some pipe tobacco qualities, with earthy and woody notes. More like the Woody, but smoother. Feeling chill, but still not all fucked up. Sativas as promised. 3/4 in and the high is creeping up. Yeah, still coming. A 5 min delayed effect of upward face and scalp effects. Botox buds. Numb mouth, but not cotton.

I just went to do a test dab...and there was none. Because I didn't press this one. The shame.

4. (I think you get the idea)

Blkmkt - Zoy Sauce. Smells like creamy candy cherry, and something sour. Kinda fermented Turkish Delight. So rotten pomegranate. Anyway, crazy. Switched it up and did a little bong rip as it's raining outside. It's not fair to the strain to taste it this way unless you clean your rig daily, which I do not. Even though it has only been used a couple times since the last cleaning, and I swapped the water, it just tastes like old pipe and ash.

None of the cherry translates to the rip. Just super salty. Effects feel indica/hybrid. Pretty stoned for just a tiny bowl. Good omens. There was a humidity pack, and there is moisture if I poke the buds deep, but the outside is a bit crusty. So, check those buds into the spa for a steam session and wait for their shining relaxed faces to emerge. A little Scandinavian Transformationin'.

It's rare I smoke this little amount of weed. It feels good. I'm grinning.

Funky tropical fruit smell on my fingers after handling. Ladies and gentelmen, we have found the truth. Crunchytomato, c'mere for a sec. Smell. Ha ha.

Strolling back over to the Hasher Smasher. Pressed out very light and sugary with a slightly stingy 17% yield...are you seeing a pattern here. The cherry seems to be a bit selfish with her wetness. Too much pressure will just make things worse. Take your time, warm up that nubin, and we will get to stinky finger land before you know it.

Extract feels more indica/hybrid as well. Heavy, but also blown away. I'm stuck in my chair, but blown away. Perhaps you have seen the Maxell guy? Strong aromas of rotten cherry. Almost warm and brown/orange going up my nose. Very savory and umami on top of the fruit. Feels like I did a shot of 50/50 cherry whiskey and soy sauce, then got slapped in the face and punched in the chest. Yes kids, I pay handsomely for these effects.

Revisiting a joint to satisfy fairness. Cherry and umami smell when ground. Burned well. Salty. They nailed it. Soy sauce.

I had a friend who kept a candle in his pocket
He used to touch it when the wind was blowin' high
I guess it made him feel that he could buck the system
And when it flickered out, we laid him down to die
BR

Blkmkt - GDP Cherry Soda. First thought was cheese. I don't say that often recently. But grape as well. Buds are very dark, true to the listed lineage. Maybe the darkest I've ever seen. Nice level of moisture on the wood meter. Should press well.

Booourns. 15% yield. I hope it's good.

Not really...at first. Not only is the extract not strong. There is almost no high. So strange. Tastes like mild grapes. It does start creeping up after a bit, settling into a nice chill stone. Not racy. Probably great effects if you are a lighter consumer. Please non-chronics, let me know what you think of this guy. Certainly not pinner weed for me.

Bud high feels more physical than mental. Ash burned very salt and pepper. It was rolled fat and tight. Very light oil ring. I can't find the cherry or the soda in the taste, but it tastes good. Woody. Maybe cedar or balsam.

I didn't quite finish the joint. It was trying to die at the end and I puffed it back from the grave. But the incomplete combustion hauls at the end were enough for the space warrior. I let it go out.

"I'm good bro, thanks."

Know your limit and smoke your limit. All this flower is reminding me why I switched to concentrates long ago. So much lung butter.

I went up to the cottage with some oldies and was smoking a bit less. Many adventures during the day. My tolerance was down a bit. When I returned, I tried the concentrate again, and still very mild. WTF. Tried it first thing in the am, still subtle. The thc is there in the weed. I can feel it. I'm fucked up from a joint. Very strange this GrandDaddy.

Maybe that's it. I should think about it like an old guy (like me). Can still do the job, unless you press him. Then his failing body folds into uselessness for the last time, unable to support the weight of the stone.

Smoke is smooth. No head pressure, but the high is more head than body. Erased my post dinner gas.

6. (excuse repeated details from intro summary)

Four54 - Cherry Bang Bang. Zoy Sauce may have been the conception, but it's this bugger that was the trigger that set this whole explosive review in motion. Shout out to WolfgangAxel, who shall remain nameless. You know who you are. Crushed my 19.5% yield. You must be doing something right. Our extracts do look remarkably similar, but hard to tell in different lighting. And the proof is in the pudding...sadly I can't dab his shit through the screen. I'm sure if you all could, my fridge would be empty of treasures.

Smells like cherry whiskey again, sweet and berry. Spongy, slightly yellowed buds. Nice and fresh.

Starting with a press this time. Picking out the stems, and my fingers are tacky.

"Hey, Miles, just chill bud, I'll come to you." -Clamsand walks over to Davenport Leaf- "Dude, smell my fingers." "Ummm, we just met man, that's kinda wierd." "Yeah, fuck that, smell 'em" "Jesus, fine." "Yeah, that it. Take a big sniff. Nice to meet you."

Rosin flows. Fresh dab tastes like cherry halls without the menthol. Nice effect. Clouded. Feeling stimulated, but not super racy. Still building though. Impressive. Lets try that doobie.

More sweet spice on the grind than cherry. Very light minty skunk on my fingers. These aren't the cherries you're looking for. Don't get me wrong, still primo, just not that funky cherry called for in the mission brief. More citrus on the dry toke. Oooooo. Ahhhhh. This is how I always hoped strawberry cough would taste. Jammy, berry and citrus. Getting nice and oily at halfway. With the oil comes a touch of sativa acridness, but still holding the flavor and not harsh.

I wanna get business cards made up that just say clamsand in the center on one side. That's it. Hand em out to randos at parties (that I don't go to) and see what happens.

Just past the joint midpoint and wow. I'm blazered. Pretty heavy and full spectrum. Body and mind reeling and stuck in the muck. Neck is popping as I wiggle into the prone position, tracking the sound of the exhaust of a plane overhead. The urban reflections scramble my ability to echolocate. Backhalf taste is a bit more savory. Lemon pepper rather than cherry. I guess that's the Bang Bang.

Overall, very nice sativa. Feeling a bit more clear headded now that I stand and have inertia. Actually, awesome sativa. Easy to get lost in the sauce. I'm glad I got a second can to roll with. But how will it compare to the crusty ol' Big Black Cherry from Unit 15??? "Get your face in there and have a taste."

Unit 15 - Black Cherry Soda. I thought this one got away. Like a lady of the night, I drove past her wares a number of times. Some indescribable charm drew me in, as, right from the start, I always knew it would. Like a quarter slotted in that logarithmic plastic arcade Kraken. My money was always going to go into that hole, and I just needed to pay for the pleasure of watching it happen. I went out of my way just to arrange my encounter for this review.

Strangers passing in the street
By Chance, two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can?
PF

Not as unique looking as the Blkmkt GDP, but better smoke overall. Bud smells funky, like cherries in syrup left out. A bit of tarragon (herbal licorice) as well.

Take those fancy buds, put em in a pair of nylon panties, and squish with your sister's hair straightener and a quick clamp. Wow...we have made goo. Smells a touch grassy, and low yield at 16%. Getting expensive. But Wooooweeee, she's good. Clear, not buttered, even the next day. Glassy. The bag was a bit older, so maybe lower moisture content guiding the clarity and low yield.

I'm not going to bother trying to talk about nucleation. Sorry.

Tons of cherry and strawberry flavor. What a surprise. Kinda expected it to be muted. Full thick smoke. Jesus. Racing. Ready to fight...but not fight you. Blitzkrieg Blinking.

Next morning, and same effect from the dab. Super stimulating and energizing. A bit of anxiety though. She's fast. If I blind tested this, you could fool me that it's a live hash rosin easily. As long as, without me knowing, you dropped the temp for this dirty dirty flower rosin, or else it would taste burnt at hash rosin temps. Rolling at a 585F setting on my PID right now, but can't confirm the exact dish temp.

The huge peak starts to decline pretty quick after 4 or 5 mins. Lets start a fire.

Bud smells mild and grassy. Totally pleasant, but you won't be showing it off to your friends. Light gas and funk when ground. Med sticky, but a bit dried with age. I pull apart a nugget and roll it between my fingers to accelerate the aromatic reaction with my body heat.

"Excuse me. LeoNuggz420? Bootylicker4194? Yes. You two. Come over here for just a sec please." "Smell my fingers." "Thoughts?" "I'm finding the cherry hard to find, but I guess I could see it...if you guys pointed it out." "Thanks."

Dry toke is there. It's no Cherry Bang Bang. Clearly. It's Black Cherry Soda. Just no serious magic flavor. Maybe, like the rosin, it'll deliver on effects. I've been surprised at many stages of this game.

Smooth and easy burning. Found the black cherry flavor at the butt strangely.

Dr. Prepper and the Ashtray Mouth. That's the name of my new band.

Cool air blowing. Feels like a day to go fishing. The layers of clouds are moving in all directions at different elevations. Huge cumulus burst high in the distance like a slow motion explosion. Cotton balls of cirrus clouds strangely between. And dark splotches of mist speeding westward, all full of impotent bluster. Bands of vapor and convection, circulating the true fluid of life. Never mind this oxygenated hemoglobin sap or distilled hydrocarbon sludge.

What can I say, this review has been a gauntlet. I always wondered what it would be like to seriously approach being a judge at a cannabis competition. Do I have to chops to burn with the big boys. Not sure. My mettle was tested one time by my old drummer Weber and his professional roomate. They smoked me under the table with access to an endless dealer bag...but I had been up for 36 hours, comming off a 9h bus ride with 6g of zoomers. Heroic dose...stuck on a holiday Northlander coach packed with drunkies (well maybe they were stuck with a druggie), with the heat jammed on full-blast, and no ability to access the nicotine I needed. I went to India...and Hell (in the checkered stainless steel bathroom). I played pinball on the back of my jacket. Full globe of darkness. I sweat a literal bucket. The whole world just melted away with me. I think my temporary weakness could be excused.

Stay on target.

So I stayed pretty organized, and think I managed to give a fair shot to all the products featured. I survived, which is the true litmus. And here is the abstract of my experiment. I won't post the vast photographic catalogue (hundreds of pics), mostly as they limit the multimedia in the review to 20 pictures. Will they put a limit on the quantity of text? Lets find out. I have surpassed the length of my previous longest review by far. If anyone needs a competition judge please contact me via Canada Post. I'm not really into shemails (thanks Higgins), but I am open to trying new things.

Friendly Clamsand
420 Castle on the Hill Loop
Gastown, ON
P0T 2G0

(used AI, only to generate this postal code and the cover photo. Nothing else. Feel free to flame my lack of creativity)

I will create a follow up post or 2 after the main one just to feature some additional photographs. If I don't provide the bare minimum of pkg front and back, and a bud and burn shot, people lose their minds. And I refuse to not add pictures of the rosin and a macro shot of the headies. That's a min of 6 shots usually 7 per strain. Mathing it up, seven strains times six or seven pics is 42-49 pics, so likely 3 posts in total. I will always show the package of the strain followed by the variety of associated pics, then show the next pkg.

The last pic (had to add in the comments in post 3of3) is a strange shaped hole I found in the fence. Before I knew what was happening, I was sniffing my own fingers and entering the orifice. Passing through, I was born again. Not born again Christian though. I was born a Christian. But then I got better. Maybe it's the weed talking, but I swear I could smell cherry when I passed through...and then this morning, an unexplained rash on my leg. I knew I should have bagged up.

We have once again come to the end of our time together. But I'll see you again. I can't wait to hear what new you have found and what new has found you. Until then, this little chair will be waiting for one of you. And a rocking chair for another who likes to rock. And a big armchair for two more to curl up by the fire. And if they're in season, a big bowl of cherries on the table to snack. I'll close the door and pull up the drawbridge after you've gone. Good bye. Goodbye.

-blaze-

Is there anybody out there?

I love the idea of flights. Not the ones in the sky, though we WILL be getting high. No, the ones you find in a bar or winery. Try a bunch of different things in a small amount, at a price intended to entice. It really helps with comparison. It's also a type of advertisement I can get behind, which is rare.

"C'mon! Try and get me to open my wallet if you can."

It always walks the true walk if you buy a larger version later as a result of the sneak peak. But, mostly, I just like trying stuff.

Anyway, I bought a pack of Simply Bare prerolls for the cottage (tasty, but ended up with several bad canoes while fishing and definitely not smoking in the aluminum boat...but that's another story). The little tin was labeled "Craft Flight" and it contained three different prerolls. There are no legal smoking lounges that offer a premium cannabis flight sadly. So my old friend Me is stepping up. I set up a more serious tasting flight than Big Brother allows. No law against me doing it. But I needed a focus and to focus. A direction to aim my efforts beyond "just keep sucking on that thing" or "point me at the sun." I have been enjoying the smell of my fingers lately, mostly smoking Simply Bare Froot Loopz. So I wanted to figure out what causes the smell and what other strains are similar, and why I get so randy when I smell that particular stickiness on my digits. Is it instinct over intellect? I decided it was maybe a "cherry" thing, so here we go.

The Great Cherry Strains of Summer Stravaganza '26

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Smell My Fingers

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Flight

Summary of strains and TLDR (HA!). If you are a squirrel, PLEASE DO NOT PROCEED PAST THE SCORES AND DICK PICS

1. Woody Nelson - Organic Lemon Cherry Pie 14g (Lemon Cherry Gelato x Georgia Pie)

Dark, purple, with great bag appeal. Mild berry and woody taste. Pleasant hybridish high, but after 6 solid joints I am calling it a bit harsh. Rosin press 26% yield, so that's amazing, but not crazy strong effects. Not a big bag of cherries. Sorry lovers. 7/10 for me.

2. Volo - Platinum Lemon Cherry Gelato 3.5g

Smells more berry and Gelato than cherry with more gas after grinding. 10/10 visual appeal. Rosin press 20% yield with great berry eucalyptus taste and racy initial high. Very smooth joint. Menthol spice, a little like Cuban Lynx. Flavor is great past the halfway mark. Creeper high, but peaks very clean and focused. 8.5/10 Overall. Expensive.

3. Four 54 - Route 66 3.5g (Very Cherry x Notorious THC)

Nice big green dense frosty buds. Count looks small, but weight is fine. Amazing strange taste and smell. I think it is the Caryophyllene. Super tropical and natural smelling when ground. Med sticky. Great taste with a touch of acridness to the joint smoke. Not destructive, but really pleasant. 8/10 Overall. Refusing to press.

4. Blkmkt - Zoy Sauce 7g (Zushi x Lemon Cherry Gelato)

Smells like sour cherry whiskey without the booze. Cherry smell was strong when rolling but disappeared when smoking and just got salty. Feels indica hybrid. A bit dry, but still some moisture in the buds. Rosin smells more like soy sauce than cherry. Heavy hitter, yielding 18%. A bit salty tasting but killer bud. 8/10 for smokers, 7/10 for pressers

5. Blkmkt - GDP (Grand Daddy Purp) Cherry Soda 7g

Cheesy? Grapes. Salty. Smooth. Cotton head effects. Dark ass buds. Perfect moisture. Joint burned rough with dark ash and I struggled to finish. More physical and stoney high that builds. No cherry or soda, but tastes OK. Woody. Maybe cedar or balsam. Rosin yield was low at 15%, and repeated dabs produce almost no high, even when sober. Very strange. Do not really recommend, but she's certainly the purp. 2/10 for pressers. 4/10 for burners. 8.5/10 bag appeal at least from what I remember. Sadly I fucked up and this is the only one for which I don't seem to have a bud pic. I have failed you all.

6. Four 54 - Cherry Bang Bang (Cherry Cosmo x Red Runtz)

Cherry whiskey, sweet berry, candy. Spongy, tacky buds, with a yellow tinge. Buds have minimal stem. Sweet spice and minty skunk on grind. Smoke is amazing. Jammy, berry, citrus. Very strong full spectrum high. Go for it if you like to get fucked up. Rosin tastes like cherry halls without the menthol. Great stimulating effects. 9/10

7. Unit 15 - Black Cherry Soda (Black Dahlia x Ace of Spades)

Funky smell, like cherries in booze syrup plus tarragon. Kinda mint licorice, but also a bit grassy. Gas and funk increased when ground. Tastes less fruity, and more herbal. Black cherry cola or Dr. Pepper does appear in the last 1/3 of the joint actually...but only once it gets oily and sooty. Smooth and easy burn for most of the joint. Low yield on the rosin, at 16%, but it is strong as shit. I think it is the hardest hitting of the whole bunch. Tons of cherry and strawberry flavor and strong racy effects. Smokers 5/10. Rosin score difficult. No budget 9/10. Blue Collar 7.5/10

Bonus List of Cherryish Strains I've Tried (as though you needed more)

Unit 15 - Block Lobster (Blockberry x Blue Lobster) (see previous review)

Smells like cherry blossom candy, with similar dry toke.

Unit 15 - Autumn Sunset (Chimera#4xDipin Stix) (see previous review)

Berry and sage dry toke. Cherry Halls smell. Menthol cherry on the toke. Extract tastes like cherry cough syrup.

Northern Canna - Pineapple Bang (Pineapple Fruz x Wild Cherry) (see previous review)

Insane. Nuff said. Handling produces the cherry smell I'm looking for.

Simply Bare - Organic Fruit Loops (Blue Dream x White Widow) (review pending)

Fruity cherry fingers.

Simply Bare - Organic Plumz (see previous review)

Fermented fruity fingers. Not cherry exactly, but close to the handling smell I'm seeking.

Tribal - Neon Sunshine (no review)

More citrus, but definitely has a similar warmth and brightness to the finger funk.

OK. That's it for all you busy folk. Nothing but pure distilled Clam juice and meat. No shell. No vegetable base. No white wine sauce. No nugget potatoes. On your way now. Take your impatience with you.

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And breathe...one more. OK. For the rest of you guys and gals and others, please enjoy this bowl of delicious Clams and White Sauce. It took me a long time to make. Have a pee. Pour a glass or mug, pack the bowl, or spark up that J. Get comfy and settle in. Just going to go a bit deeper on my experience with the strains and throw in a few silly stories that came to mind while suffering through this experience for us all.

There is a bit of toilet humour. You have been notified.

I once did a Scotch flight of my choosing for my birthday at a speakeasy in Vancouver City. The offer was that she would pay half of whatever I wanted...no limit. She may have started to regret the offer about halfway through. I sampled over 20 (some only half-measures), including a 40$ shot. Almost 400$ in and I wasn't even wasted. How rude of me to take advantage. She's gone now. I regret nothing. Flights rule.

1. (again)

Woody - Lemon Cherry Pie. She's a bit harsh to smoke. Nice taste with a slightly stimulant hybrid feel. Not as cherry on the finger and taste as I was hoping.

"Pssst. IHuntNoOne. Smell my fingers."

Second joint is smoother than the end of night one from yesterday. It does want to go out though...but I'm the boss. Getting rough at the end. Woody flavor, with mild berry. Not funky, not fruity, not gassy, not spicy. Sometimes it's easier to say what something is not. Feels good. Pleasant positive chilled high.

Closed eyes in the cool morning breeze as the sun disappears behind the clouds. The shade line sweeps past, darkening my mind. Time passes and the ball of flame reemerges. I open my eyes in the glow and take in the beam. Radiation microscopically frying my necrotic outer layer. The seive-like membrane of protection allows only some rays to penetrate and evolve my helical inner code. Thank you oh Bog of Time for blessing this moment of entropic unlikeliness so that we may all walk into a braver new world. It's the Holiness in Footprints, carrying us, without our knowledge, as we are powerless to move such a tiny toggle. A control designed for a different scale, incompatible with our digits.

Collide my brain and body with your accelerated AI atoms. A high energy reaction never before seen, yielding previously hidden particles that can provide clues needed to find our truest of natures.

Let us approach the Great Machine.

Clamsand Pressing.

Extraction last night was a bit dark, but 26% yield. Taste is OK, but didn't take my head off. Looks super dry and waxy. Let's try another one now. Bit of berry aftertaste, but mostly woody earthy flavors. Two nice sized dabs and I'm baked. Good enough for me, but not getting excited to dip back in each time...just like the bud.

A partial solar eclipse has passed. No show for us here this time. That's OK, I've had my share of the sun. I used to just walk out in the middle of the road in the country where I grew up and stand there on the curve. The sun would be getting low in the sky and working its color changing magic. I have come to think of it as the "long light" of the evening...perhaps even a Redness...In The West. It is more the shadows in stretched silhouette that become long, but I like the image conjured by the phrase. So, when I became weary with the ditch, playing with the tadpoles in the rotting of the reeds, I would stand in the middle of the road in the long light of the evening. I would turn to face Sol, the power of her rays attenuated by the effective increase in atmospheric filtration. I would just open my eyes, and stare directly at the sun. Because I believed I could when someone else told me I couldn't. And I could. And I did. And I'm fine today. Sometimes do what you are told. Sometimes don't. Choose wisely. A Night's Templar said that once to a certain professor named Indiana.

The length of the high is fine, but not standout. Feeling a bit creative. I like that. Getting hungry. Lets eat some rosin.

2. (again)

Volo - Platinum Lemon Cherry Gelato. Smells more fresh berry Gelato than cherry, but it's pretty full on. Funky and tangy. Smells acidic, with a sharpness to the fruit. Buds are stunning visually. 10/10. Crazy crystals. Not too dry. Two bodegas (that's what I call Bovedas). Fingers have a sickly sweet smell. Berries and black banana, but fermented.

The puck stuck in the prepress like crazy. Like peeling a grilled cheese apart. Good return at 20%. Rosin tastes nice. Berry eucalyptus. Quick racy initial high.

More gassy and gelato after grinding. Fingers smell odd...is that a second terp?

"Hey, Chris, I have something to show you. Haha. Smell my fingers."

Joint has a really nice flavor and is super smooth. Much less lung irritation than the Woody. Halfway through and it still tastes amazing, but no noticeable high boost yet. And just then, started to feel some changes. Creeping. Little bit of Cuban Lynx taste - one piece of the puzzle. No oil ring. Nice mild menthol overtone.

This one is for those that appreciate some of the subtleties in the non-heavy hitters. Would like to try a first in the am joint, but sadly all my eggs went in this one tube shaped basket.

Still creeping up. 3/4 in and finally a small ring and bit of lung rejection. Pretty sweet for a joint. Feeling a clear-headedness cut through the previous other joints and the single dab of this. Focused. Pressure just above the temples. Some uplifting magical forces acting on my face and scalp.

I can feel my hair growing. Grinning at that.

Feeling really positive all of the sudden...has me wishing there was a CBG measurement to reference.

It's a beautiful day here in sunny Metropolix. Company has departed this morning, so the Clamsand Resort For Visiting Sisters is reverting back to the Clamsand Institute For Genetically Awesome Research. Thank you jered_007.

An iced vanilla matcha Turkish latte was amazingly just delivered to me in on the Smoking Deck overlooking the Institute greens. Could life get any better? Screaming cicadas, that same fucking dog that is always barking and the slap back echo reflecting off the highrise nearby. Sounds like a canine John Lennon. And all the other sounds of a Monday in August in the city in the year of our Lorg 2026...I think.

When did I start losing track of the years? Why was it so early? When did I stop caring? Is there anyone else out there that doesn't know how old they are?

Sometimes I imagine I'm taller than I am, and my increased height exaggerates my perception of the rotation of the earth. Like a spherical merry-go-round trying to fling me off rather than gravity forcing me towards the earth's core. I think that is actually backwards from reality, if I imagine a figure skater spinning on an axis.

I was asked a question the other day. Which way is up? And compare that to which way is up in space. Up in space is where you tilt your neck back and look. Up on earth is always in the direction opposite the center of the planet. You can feel it when you try Google Earth in VR. You start in space looking down at the earth, then as you zoom in on a area progressively, there is a shift where you go from facing straight toward the center of the earth to looking along the circumference of the sphere. How flexible a concept, that mutable direction. Silly physics.

The Turkish foam on my beverage is finally loosening its gummy bonds and mixing into the literal green tea, taking the texture of both to the seventh level.

And finally the creeper has peaked. Very cool. Maybe it was the hit of caffeine striking my cardiac. Either way, I was wrong about no high at the start. Very fine indeed. Gets the Clamsand Seal Of Approval. I'm gonna need a rubber stamp.

Extract was clear and runny, but still easy to collect without even a cooling plate. Strange. Very clear headed, almost sobering, but still strong. Hard to describe. Not for newbies, but for those old guys that don't smoke much and want something that "...won't just make me sleepy. I want something that will give me energy..." Ha, I always tell them they are looking for amphetamines, not cannabis. Talking to you dad.

Don't do drugs kids. Drugs are bad. Eggs frying and all that.

Boo. I feel like the Just for Laughs monster at the end of the show, all sad that it's over. 3.5s always leave me feeling hollow in that way. Start off as the light of my life, but quickly there is only love in the dark. RIP Bonnie Tyler. Also RIP Zanzibar. No connection.

But wait...just like that long lost sister you accidentally made out with...There Is Another Cherry.

-to be continued in 2of3. see next post-

Going to try and keep this from getting too long.

- Unit 15 Autumn Sunset -

I see double, I see triple

Might be trouble, Might see pistils

Nice berry and sage dry toke. Not too sticky. Cherry halls smell. Bit of menthol cherry on the toke. Nice and fresh, with the smoke filling my lungs with some weight. Feeling a touch racy, but grinning and positive. Starting to feel headband and wide eyed. Goofed and relaxed towards the end of the joint. Very nice and strong, but not all buzzy and obliterated. Ready to game, but not sleep. The joint was medium sized, not a fattie. Feel no paranoia. I'm feeling functional and sharp. Not a super strong body buzz, more head. Mild elevation and upwards pulling. I hope it lasts. Not regretting buying a second bag. Feels pretty primo. The high is still growing. Swirling pressure in my rear lower brain. I feel like my head is a bit of a pulsing mass.

19% yield on the rosin. Was hoping for more, but I shouldn't. It just looked so friggin caked. Extract tastes like cherry cough syrup, umami like BLKMKT Zoy Sauce, and dried apricot. Strong, more forebrain than the joint. Yellow waxy, whitish when stretched. Less wet and sappy. Concentrate feels thinner in effects than the bud. I would recommend consuming as flower. Probably great in a hot air vape.

Overall 8/10. Would have been higher if more yield and stronger extract.

The end of review 1.

-Unit 15 Block Lobster-

WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Ties BLKMKT Yuck Mouth for my record for flower rosin yield. 31.7% return. Eat a dick haters. That's good value. I changed my mind. I regret buying two bags of the first stuff...only got one of this. At this value and quality, I should buy and ounce.

Flavor mapped 1:1 on the rosin. Everything is there from the aroma. Smooth as fuck. Clean and thin. This is focused extract. Slow building. Yes, very fine. Head. Stomach. Not super buzzy, more like waves. Let's try the joint.

Smells like cherry blossom candy when I grind it. Where's the Lobster??? Dry toke is a light version of the smell. Cherry and candy. Broke up a little powdery, so don't overgrind. Flavor is there, but more subtle than the extract. Smoke is a bit lighter in effects than expected. This one is a presser's dream. Please package a 14g guys.

I am switching back to a bit coarser rosin filter bags as I have had more frequent blowouts recently. The coarser screen allows for a thicker thread to be used, which is inherently stronger...so less blowouts. The filtration is similar in my experience, and I can use a lot more pressure at the end of the press to get the last bit without blowing it. This insane output may be a slight reflection of that change.

Overall 8.5/10, or 9.2/10 if you are a presser.

End of review 2.

The last photo is some Purple Octane I pressed a while ago. This was the only photo I took sadly...not even packaging. I wasn't crazy about the flavor of the bud, so I didn't take photos and review it initially. The extract turned out insanely terpy and saucy though, and it has stayed that way for weeks, only buttering up a tiny bit. The flavor is woody and pungent. I did not measure the return, as the collection was difficult and I was just trying to get it in the jar, but it was a good return from my eye scales. You can find pics of it in many other reviews if you are in need.

End of partial review 3.

If I had to point out one thing tying these Unit 15 have in common that is a bit special, it is the high CBG content. I like it. They seem to improve my mood and wash away the small problems a bit. Worth the price of admission.

The bird is my smoking buddy. His name is Bogart.

The End.

Blaze.

The packaging says 1g Live Rosin | Colophane Vivante etc. At first I mistook that for the name of the product. So I looked it up to see what the fuck they were intending. Colophane is the Greek word for Rosin. Can you guess what Vivante means? Then I felt stupid for not identifying our bilingual laws in action. Learning new french words every day.

So, Creme L'Orange. Deserving of the title, as she smells like Sunny D and a Creamscicle with a candy edge. I prefer a less candy profile myself, but it's not overwhelming.

As an aside, and a public service announcement, the Popscicle Creamscicle has been updated and improved. If you liked them, and haven't had one in a while, give it another try. Stepping up their game for sure. Bigger, and thicker. And everyone loves that. Or do they...?

Back to the Colophane. Lineage is Orange Cookies x Cookies and Cream, and I get some creamy cookie flavors on the inhale, but mostly candy citrus and a bit of gas on the smell and exhale. Smell isn't super loud, but strong enough. Med CBG levels seem to be working to add a positive mood booster.

Apparently it has CBC? Don't know what that is yet. A quick search shows that it comes from CBG and does not add any intoxicating effects. Possibly some medicinal properties as it binds to pain and temperature CB2 receptors. I'll take it.

The container is badass, as you can see. Maybe would have been better saved for a special Halloween Drop, but cool anyway. The rosin itself is a wet sugar, staying on the bottom of the jar, rather than being a mess all over the lid. I FUCKING HATE THAT in a 1g jar. When it is runny and stored or transported upside down at any point, and gets all soaked into the lid and the seal and the threads. Gotta use a better way for runny extracts please guys. But this jar is good. Happy Clammy.

Back to the rosin. Taste is nice, not like a synthetic tasting citrus distillate, in spite of the candy profile natural terps. I just mean that sometime when it smells like candy, it can taste a bit "fake" to me. This doesn't taste fake...just reminds me of some stuff that typically mimics real flavors. Walking the line.

Smooth smoke, with nice effect. Med thick in spectrum, so I guess Hybridish leaning to Indica if I had to label it. Feeling cotton balls in my head. A bit squinty. Chill. Slowed down and relaxed. Meditative for sure. Good thing I have already done my daily chores and workout. Movie watching evening weed. Guess that's the cookies. Review writing weed maybe??

The nice lady at the store (Insalata on St. Clair) said it is a super limited run of 200 jars or something. I don't really have a sense for typical run sizes, but it sounds cool and exclusive, which, like the camera, always adds about 10 pounds to the experience. I think she said they are having a HighXotic industry event there this Friday (check to confirm) if anyone is interested.

The date on the bag is very recent. Packaged 2 weeks ago. Fresh as Fuck.

Only 2 dabs in, and the high is holding very strong for a long time, with little reduction from the peak through typing up this review. This, and a Dom Jackson preroll are what I have smoked today, so still early and the am effects are holding very well. Getting a little bit of rear headband. Nice smile.

Overall 8 clams out of 10. Highlight is the feeling and length of the effects.

But now I'm ready for another doobie in the sun. Have a great day guys and gals and others.

Blaze.

Sometimes you don't want a clam to come back. If you have just eaten one for instance. Or if you threw it in the garbage a while ago. Or if you work in a kitchen and you have served rotten clams to a person. Or maybe just if you tried to skip one across the surface of a lake. I'm not like these clams. I'm Clamsand. I have returned, and I hope you are happy to see me again.

If you are more interested in weed than clams, and fair enough, here is a review.

West Coast Gas Death Bubba. Not bad, but not great. Just falls short in a few different areas, so I can't really give it a glowy...but if you are a presser, we can save ourselves from sadness. Sorry for the rest of you.

Bag appeal is low. A bit squished from the bag. Some bits of brown leaf. Not sure what is on the green leaf in the one pic, and I'm not concerned. I'm invincible. Buds are a bit loose. They are med sticky as I handle them. But my nose is back in the barn again. Second strain in a row from WCG (the last was All Gas OG) that smells like hay and grass, but not also like strong weed. I can deal with grassy but where is the weed?? Honestly, what I smell is shrimp. That's a new one. Shrimp cracker, and shrimp tails. Not sure what to say. How is this shit not Block Lobster? (which I haven't tried btw)

The level of moisture is perfect, at around 11RH on the wood meter. Maybe it just needed some time in the jar...I'll never know as it has all been destroyed in less than 12 hours. Poor bag didn't know what hit it.

Destemming for the press brought out some of the cannabis odors, mixing with the grass in an acceptable way...but just. Fingers smell like fresh cut grass. Haha...smell my fingers guys.

Yes boys and girls and others...the Clam is back and the Pressing will continue until morale persists.

4.6g in, and exactly 1g out for almost a 22% yield. This is the good news in the review. Runny and clear, looking darker on the parchment but a nice bright yellow after collection. Mild citrus and gassy (not grassy) smells from the extract.

Feeling brain heavy from the first dab. Mild grin. Slowing cerebral effects with a very minimal buzz in the body. Strong temple squeeze. I gotta be honest, I was expecting a heavy body indica couch lock strain, just based on the lineage...not so. You could sit on the couch, but the mind is racing pretty good. First dab feels pretty strong and is standing out from the dabs I've been smoking the last few days. But not obliterated. Med thin in breadth, but strong in specific things. More glassy than warm blanket.

Shall we try another dab before the doobie. Yes. Land of science with your demand for repeatable results, here we come. Run test after test in an attempt to approach confidence. If I must.

I'm looking at the second press collection on the dab tool with a side eye. Not entirely trusting. It's pretty big. What am I going to do, split up the second press into a couple dabs?? That's what a testicle would do. Down the lung hole. My brain is apprehensive. I already feel like I'm wearing an anti gravity crown on my melon, pulling gently upward on my skull plates against the droning mass induced downward force. I just yield. Go With The Flow as the almighty Homme says. And cue the music in Winamp. That was the song that really turned me on to Queens. The gooseflesh won't go down and I'm taken away. Thanks Josh. Tears in my eyes and tears in my heart. Hommenyms. Wow. That's right, I said it. Mind blown. And the rain starts to pour down outside my window. I think there's a Whitesnake or Bonnie Tyler song connection here, but lets move on...I think I got something in my eye.

Busting up for the first joint, and all the grassiness is gone. Just smells nice. Mild spice, maybe sweet cinnamon, and a bit of gas. Burns nice and smooth. Very cool that I got hit with 4 or 5 burst of flavor through the joint that reminded me of a Colt from back in the day. Wine tipped and rum dipped baby!! I'd say that's worth the price of admission right there. 2/3 of the way in and I'm struggling as usual. Just a bit of lung irritation and feeling very heady. Not destroyed all indica-style, just racy. Don't want to get "The Fear".

Third dab, not small, and I'm looking to lay down. I'm stoked on the press. Again, I feel like Gary Oldman's character from the Fifth Element...the guy that bleeds from his head when he gets stressed. Not that my head is bleeding from the weed, but he had that plastic half skull cap as a hair accessory. I feel like I'm wearing that stupid hat. Or like an otter or a weasel, but with a chromed stiff rear neck. And I pay good money for these effects. That's some quality plastic skull cap chrome neck weasel weed right there folks.

...stay on target, stay on target.

Morning joint. Taste is fine, but a bit muted. Med oil ring early. Smoke is smooth. Feeling paranoid. Less metallic headband than the concentrate.

Looks 5/10 (would not pick this out of a lineup)

Joint 6.5/10

Joint high 7/10 (maybe a bit higher if you are into subtleties)

Extract 8/10 great yield, good flavor, good effects

OK, that's the business.

I just included a couple of extra pics for fun. One is a new sculpture on the Railpath in Toronto. The other is a cool mural on the side of a house in the same area.

The sunset pics are from my recent trip to Halifax and Cape Breton. Many thanks again go out to our friends and gracious host tour guides J and J. Nothing beats having a local to show you the sights in a new area. Fired up some Skosha Crab Cakes, local moonrock joints, and found the fire at one of the island Native shops. I have been to Halifax before, but not Cape Breton. It looked like a bit of a barren dead end island (on the map...how could I be fooled?) when I planned my last trip. I didn't want to sink a whole day into driving around the island as it seemed like a return route and not a thru-drive. I was wrong. Cape Breton has as much natural beauty as the Rockies and is not to be missed if you want to see Canada. There were lobsters and donair to be sure, fires and fireworks, beaches and bloopers. A good time was had by all. Strangely, the culinary highlight turned out to be this baddie on a bun. Homemade bologna sammy lubed with donair goo, best I've ever had.

Once again our time has come to an end. If I look through my magic mirror, I can see all my friends out there in OCS land...I see you FishDogg, and you Ludovico, I see Icy_Cheesecake, and I see you PeteWK67, I see Crunchytomato, and I see GUNTHVGK, and ToeRevolutionary...and I see you. Thanks for joining me today, and have a Death Bubba day.

Blaze

A double review??? Mon dieu. They're gonna need to open another subreddit...

TLDR - 8.5/10 (Great sativas, getting a bit dry)

Northern Canna Sticky Glove. Obviously both here are sativas. Breaking up for the first joint smells gassy, and a bit minty. Dry toke is kinda spearmint and sweet. Pine and light mango. They are getting slightly old here, so the smells are a bit muted.

Oddly, I rolled this joint, had lunch, watched and episode of the Expanse, pressed the rosin, reviewed the extract, and only then did I get back to this neglected little stepchild. This shit is work. I just wanna smoke weed and do stuff, not smoke weed and review weed to smoke. First world.

Press was smooth with no blowout. Tried lowering the press 10 degrees. No change in color. Still dark, and even runnier than the first attempt. Dark brown Clamsand discharge. Medication? Very hard to collect, so the freezer plate came out. Good yield at 20.5%. Hard to initiate the flow as the buds were a bit on the dry side. Effects are clean and thin. Temple pressure. Rear brain tingles. Minimal body. Racy thoughts. Focused. Daytime/Functional weed, but strong. I'm staying away from the front end loader in my back alley for the next couple hours.

Shall we try the joint finally, as the rain has stopped?

Burning slow. Pungent. Wants to canoe up the oil slicks a bit. Very high oil level soaking the paper. A couple of tokes in and a drum squad just fired up in the park near my house. Cracking snares, loud and clear from the Clamsand Terrace For Smoking Research. Free show. I love the city.

Chest getting tight 2/3 of the way through. Again, why do I roll these AAA 1 1/4" for just myself?? No need. Struggling.

The pics up to, and including the first macro shots are for the Northern Canna buds in the split. The remaining pics are for the Ministry of Sativa.

-end of part 1- (not so bad)

Chocolope OG.

I have a friend that grew. He had a request from a customer to grow this new awesome strain they loved. It was called Chocolope. My friend sourced a clone and grew a batch. By the time it was ready, the customer was no longer excited about this cool new strain and wanted some other one. It was not as good a producer as the strains he normally grew so he was unhappy. The guy decided not to take recommendations from his customers anymore. He resumed growing things that are less hip and stuck with the old faithfuls. Not a rip on the strain, just a little story.

I have only tried it once before, and it was long ago. No recall. Trying it now, I can see why a customer might request it. It's a great sativa. A good strong 2h high before I decide to have another smoke. Didn't have the same euphoric smile as some other recent strains, but still a nice strong cerebral high.

I'm guessing the concentrate will be light, sugared, citrus, but minimal flavor and strong. Let's see...

Dead wrong. Pressed out darker and runny just like the other. Almost the color of dark chocolate. Wowsers. You can see the slight amber color in the headies in the macro shots, but they aren't looking all dark as shit. Looks a touch lighter than the oz of Cuban Linx I pressed. Guess spicy sativas may lead that way. Yield less impressive at 16%. Chest tightness. Rear head. Was a big dab. Not feeling like laying down, but nice and strong. No citrus. Sage with a touch of bitterness. Fried sage I guess. Feel a digestion kick. Gonna go in for another after 10 mins for science.

Woweee. So cuz the first dab was big, I boosted the PID on my rig to 625. That number does not accurately reflect the dab surface temp, it is a relative number kinda unique to each setup. It may even change in one rig if it is cleaned, reassembled or even moved. My heater can freely rotate around the banger core so the cable can move as the angle of changes when you take a toke. The contact quality between the coil and the heater core will affect heat transfer and cause variation in the actual dab surface temp. Anyway, I raised the temp to help clean up a bigger puddle left by the bigger dab. Bad call. It's OK if you do it just before the dab, so the temp climbs to help you clean up as you draw. I forgot it was raised and rocked a second big dab starting at the higher temp. Oooppsies! Burnt tasting.

So after a displeased pause, I dropped it back down to 575 and it was full of flavor again. There's the citrus I was looking for, grapefruit more than lemon. The high is nicer too, even though the dab was about a third of the size. The hotter dab just felt like brain static, similar to a hot dab in a torch rig. Popcorny. Metallic and woody. Not charry, but sooty. Like railroad ties. Flower rosin is very sensitive to higher temps as a result of the extra contaminant. You can get away with high temping BHO and hash rosin, but you're just walking into Chazz City if you rip the flower.

So now that we are back in the land of terpy and spicy and citrus, all is well. The fault was mine. Sorry concentrate...I didn't mean to hurt yououou. I never meant to make you cry. Wait...maybe I did. Smoke your tears.

If I had a bigger bag, I might see how it would look if I lowered the temp again, but there is only so much time in the day and bud in the bag.

My ears are ringing.

- end of part 2 - (slightly rambling)

As this is a split colab bag, I can't help but do a side by side comparison. The win/win would be if they both ruled, but like the Highlander, there can only be one. I think the Chocolope has a more unique flavor, but the stone on the Northern Canna is king. Sweating from both.

Not sure how many places still have this, as it was packaged way back in November. I didn't care. When I found out NC did a sativa colab, I had to have it. FYI, both samples in the packaging were well sealed, each in their own jar in the bag with quality humidity packs.

"What's that little bird, there is a new Northern Canna sativa coming out real soon. Well that's just great news to hear. Thanks."

Blaze(d)

Psshhht...Priority message for Commander Clamsand from Admiral Fish Doggy Dogg. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, will require you to traverse the urban wasteland, locate the buds indicated in the dossier, return back without injury and run a series of qualitative assessments on the sample. There will be risks and rewards. Brain cells may even die. But sometimes, when all hope is lost, and the night has no end. And you know you just can't go on any further. Sometimes. Sometimes a needle of light pierces the suffocating dark. It's growing. Slowly at first, resolving more and more detail, finally coming into focus. When you realize what it is, you're certain there is no longer anything to fear. You feel safe, like a cradle that has been here all along. Is it a God? No. No.

It's a clam...covered in sand. And it's here to save the day. For science. Lets try this weed.

For the impatient.

It's very neato.

Smell 9.5/10 (more candy than real fruit)

Taste 8/10 (bit harsh for me, but I have a soft, concentrate connoisseur windpipe)

High 9.2/10 (something a bit special if you have anxiety I think)

Burn 8/10 (actually a bit moist, might wanna keep an eye on it if the bag gets old)

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Please Bog, have they left? Here's the real review.

Woody's back. I know nothing, but I always imagined that the name of this company is a combination of Woody from Cheers and Nelson from Woody Nelson. Dunno. Just making that up. More likely grown in Nelson BC. Unknown. Blue Gumdrops is a recommendation from a commenter. I won't do that very often, but here goes.

I have successfully completed my mission. Safe and back at Fort Clamsand, I throw the main breaker to complete the 600V circuit for the lab. As the lights flicker on, I inspect the package. A bit of a meaty smell, and gumdrops. Maybe the green ones more than the blue ones. Maybe the blue is referring to some cross with a Blue strain. The bag indicates that indeed it is. I didn't do any research. Just trusting the guiding hand of a stranger. Feels dirty when it's a Friendly Stranger. Count is good and the buds are very fresh. Almost high on the RH meter, then settling around 12%. IT'S ALIVE!!!! She definitely has an active smell. I can see a Boveda pack.

Oh Jesus. I upend the bag and nothing came out but the moisture pack. I can feel that the bag is full of buds, but they're just stuck up in there. Shake it. Nope. So I reach in with my meat claws and...a gasp. It's like seeing a super hot woman (or my current partner) out of the corner of your eye. I had to catch my breath. She's a looker. I got a few buds out, but still kinda hung up. WTF. Jam more fingers in and the problem becomes clear. Look at the size of that bud, for a 7g bag. Almost 4gs. I know, I've seen bigger too, but it was still a nice surprise to see the end of a bigger stick, as I have been getting a lot of smalls lately. This bag is a nice show. The crystals...I can see why the high command dispatched me to obtain this artifact.

Dab. Very very strong. Ears. Ringing. Shit rang my bell. Strange Western Chinese Food or hot dog flavor??? Unexpected. Lets try a second impression. Yeah, Ok, more normal taste. Sometimes things just go sideways. More like it smells, but a bit muted. Still lots of flavor. But Man-Alive, very strong. My heart is pumping. I feel like my profile pic. Wasn't even a massive dab...big enough though. Three minute super high and a nice decline to the indica forest. Super fine temple pressure. Tight, but it's like two flat head screwdrivers rather than the squeezing fists of steel. Woweee. I'm giving the jar the side eye from over here, like it's ready to pounce. Feeling jumpy.

The extraction was a mix of a super pale sugar, and a runny yellow sap. The sap would not collect with the fridge plate. Had to toss it in the freezer for a bit to get it off.

All these weed reviews are making me hungry. Stopped for a porchetta sammy and a patty, mid mission, just after the package was secured. Delicatessen on Keele. These patties are not normal. Oxtail and cheese. Opulescence.

Grind smell is as badass as the Simply Bare Plumz, I reviewed...you know, a while ago. Smells more candy, and less ripe real fruit. Not gassy at all. Didn't stick in the grinder. Not super sticky...easy to roll. Love it. Dry toke is berry mint ice cream. Getting humid on the Clamsand Deck For Smoking Research. I can feel it after the first draw. Man it's fresh as fuck. And the flavors are coming through, but there is a pungency to the smoke that stomps a bit on the sweet treat. Guessing that is the Zushi side. Don't know anything about Clase Azul.

Two-thirds in and the stone is dropping.

"And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to through around. So have a good drown. As you go down. All alone. Dragged down by the stone."

I didn't go fetal. Nice indica feeling plateau. Stoney for sure. Mouth tastes salty.

Watching the leg-dangling carpenter bees fly dogfight formations to protect their territory. Is the mission still on? He thinks the deck is his, and he just tolerates me, you know, as there is a mass and volume imbalance. And maybe it is more his than mine. I even pay his room. But he does function as my personal bouncer. If a scary bug comes around like a wasp, I don't even need to point, the bee instantly attacks (bee line?) it and I get to chill. Which is good cuz I have a bit of a wasp phobia. It repels all others. I like its style. I am left alone, and I get to watch this cool bee go about its bee life. One has been here 4-8 hours a day for the past three years. Not sure if it's the same one. Likely not, but we give them all the same name and treat them equally. When I BBQ, he has my back. I guess it's a symbiotic relationship. He tolerates my smoking. FYI you can see him in the back of the one blurry joint shot that people will likely complain about.

High is smooth. Very calming. No anxiety, except OCS readers with no time. It's OK. Just make the choice. When you see my name, keep on walking. It's so easy. It's like watching a person put on an album they know they hate, then they complain about it, not just for one song, no...tough it out complaining all the way to the end. And if you didn't make it to the end, your complaint is ignorant.

Psshhht...Green Wing, Green Wing, respond, radar shows you veering off course. Are you Airheads asleep at the stick up there or what?

Starting to feel drowsy. but that's normal for me around this time. The Commander didn't get the best sleep last night. Might be time to buzz the tower one last time, and spill the coffee on that bald headed guy (James Tolkan...just died) before we all park our Grippen Fighters for the night.

Sorry, gonna go for a head to head comparison, cuz I liked them both. The smell on this bud is as good, but different than the SB Plumz. The yield was better here at 20%, but these buds were fresher and had more moisture. Extract quality is great in both cases...maybe more interesting and unique here. The only way the Plumz wins out is the first half flavor of the joint. This shit is cheaper as well. Gumdrops has more candy, the Plumz has more real fruit, which I did prefer. I liked the stronger, and more serene high of the Gumdrops, but the Plumz was clean as shit. No complaints. If I had both strains in one ounce bags and had to choose??? If I was smoking flower, the Plumz. If pressing Gumdrops. How's that for sitting on the fence.

LP's send me your trimmings for review. There is only so much money in the Clamsand Treasury.

Time from request of review to post. Including walking to get it, and eating lunch. 6h. No rushing. Not bad. This is just a test. For office use only. Thanks to fishdoggggg.

Blaze.

edit. Just tried the extract again first thing in the am. Stone Cold Killer. Pressers, this is one not to miss.

Sixty Seven Sins (SSS) Mind Playa. Who's the Mind Playa?? Satan, that's who. I just don't want to mince words while the business is serious, down on our knees here at the Crossroads. End up sinking down.

Didn't write as much for this one. Let's see if I can keep it short enough to thread the needle of your attention.

TLDR - 8.5/10 Damn good. Even better as an extract though. Sorry flower heads.

Twinkling buds with heavy runs of purple. SSS (caution...hit it three times) with that crazy jeweled twinkle again. Please someone explain this to me. Just looks different than a typical mutant furry bud. Is it the shining swollen headdies? Do they bomb it with last Christmas' leftover spray snow? Not sure. Could be compound V as Satan is involved here. Smells great, kinda warm berry (gooseberry?) and spicy, with a bit of gas. I'm sorry, it doesn't show up as well on the camera. You'll just need to go buy some yourself and provide feedback.

Great moisture, a result of the imprenetrable bag and even a boost pack for a 3.5g. Thanks guys, those Boosts aren't cheap. I save all mine in a vac sealed bag, rehydrate if they get left out or stop working, and just keep reusing them. Not sure if that is ideal, but I'm cheap and the good ones seem crazy expensive to buy. Either way, store them sealed, not just out exposed to the oxygen and atmospheric moisture.

How about a walk down to the dock together...jump in my little inflatable dinghy? We'll take a slow stealth night cruise across to the Island of Clamsand Pressing. Running Dark. Don't want to alert the savages.

Sap looks grey white to pale yellow and sugared. A bit of contaminant from a blowout, but I don't give a fuck. More flavor. It's kinda like eating bugs and dirt in your home garden veggies. Extra protein. Some of the strongest hitting extract I've ever had was almost white, and papery in texture, with fibrous strings in it. Thought this may approch that texture, but after collection it still looked wet. I think it would have been similar had I pressed the rosin out thin and let it butter up. Who cares right?

Extract smells great, and cleanup was a breeze. Berry is the primary, but spilled diesel as well. Draw tastes kinda surprising. Almost zero flavor. It's like water. Smoothest shit. Like I'm wearing "nothin' at all". Then berry and something else on the exhale. Hard to pin down, maybe cheese. Thin effects. Focused. More sativa leaning.

Rolling up, the bud is gassy when ground, with a strawberry brightness. Fuel and nutmeg. Texture is nicely kinetic, indicating the moisture content and level of stickiness. Dry toke is light, but kinda cherry and rosemary. More pungent on the first toke than expected. I can taste the muted fruit tones underneath, but it's all pungent and salt on top. Tastes like weed. Good, but not as good as unique as the concentrate. And given the fact that she's a gusher, at a whoppin 27% yield, I'm stoked I squished the rest. The joint got a bit smoother the further I smoked it, settling in to a nice strong high by the end. Good for the end of the night, still cutting though the dabs of the day. That always blows my mind...literally.

Sorry for the dark burn shots, I think I took a walk on the second joint and hate taking pics of my joints in the wild. I feel like a silly amateur journalist. Wouldn't want that.

The effects are very clean and stimulating. Not couch locked. Intense, but no anxiety to speak of. Love it. Yes Misstress, may I have some more please? Goodness.

This post is done out of chronological order actually. Mind Playa was so good and so bountiful in it's resinous return, I was inspired to buy a 14g bag of Gas Face, which I previously reviewed. Goddamn 3.5g gateway drugs.

To whoever first suggested I press some buds by Sixty Seven Sins, thanks. You were right. They deserve a place on my regular rotation list. Maybe they can work to improve on their legal concentrate offerings from what I read on here. Please guys. Make hash rosin. People love it, and it sells. Then, just for me, separate the best from the wash and sell that at a premium price to the Bubble Heads out there. All 12 of us. I'm kidding, I know there are more Full Melters than that, but the market for top shelf Full Melt Bubble Hash is not really a money maker. I get it, not many people are willing to shell out $100/g for anything, and I don't blame them. I think someone in comments past said "That's celebrity rapper pricing". The solution, get seeds, grow, wash, and make that shit myself. Then, after months of work, I would have to ask myself, how much would I charge some random guy on the street for a gram, given all my time, money and effort invested for this tiny perfect bit of sticky goo? It's more than a hundred, or go make your own. The real question is whether it's worth it? Comment.

My one complaint here, that they just didn't deliver on the namesake again. No flavors or smells of fingers were detected at any point in the review. Can't win em' all.

Blaze

update - Looks like I'm off the no fly list. Thanks guys. I'll try and walk the line...please give me a bit of rope to entertain this crazy mob of smoke drunks.

That's some good lookin' Bare Plumz.

Simply Bare, BC Organic Plumz. Great looking lime and emerald colored buds. Lotsa red hair. Bunch of nice little buds for a 3.5g. Count was good. Seal was good. Buds were fresh enough, but don't leave them out. If anything, I think they would benefit from a tiny hydration on the consumer end. A bit more green leaf than I prefer, but the trim is fine. No complaints. Buds look like they were loved.

Indeed, there is a crazy smell like ripe plum.

Looks 8.5/10

Smell 9.5/10

High 8.5/10

Taste - First Two Thirds 11/10

Taste - Last Third 7/10 (just got a bit harsh, but still, you can't complain about having to put high octane gas in a Ferrari)

I pressed a bit, as science demands answers. And who am I to argue? That makes no sense. I am me to argue. A person...and a scientist. Whatever. A sad wee press, with a bit of a sad amount. But we are a quality over quantity kind of operation in the Clamsand Pressing Provincial Laboratory Bedroom Compound. Press was clean, which was all I really cared about. Lowish temp (155). Normal length (90sec). 14% Yield. But man, it's delish. Tastes even stronger than the jar smell. I could easily be fooled that this is a live extract product. Never seen a flavor profile quite like this plum. The berry is familiar and the main thing, but the fermented stone fruit is also very strong underneath. Taste the caryophyllene spice on the exhale.

Effects are cerebral. I'd guess Sativa Hybrid...let's have a look on the internet. Pat Buchannan!!! Wrong!!! She's an Indica. I always fail. No, no, no, don't be upset. Learn to love losing. Good to know your weaknesses at least.

Never heard of Zerberry. I like this extract...just need more of it. Thin in effects, but laser focused on the ones that cut through. The concentrate is not a freight train, but I'm also feeling mentally challenged. No math please.

Ten minutes after the first dab and I'm starting to get the indica side. Heavier in my brain stem and hard to get up. Feel mildly stunned. Whole head feels a bit frozen...but my neck is still whipped after my street-beef match with the doctor. Healing. Almost there. I'm pumped for the joint. Let's go before the terp fairies escape. Shit dries out while I'm taking the fucking pictures. But you're all worth it.

I had to pick off a fair amount of green leaf from the pressed bud. May make for a bit of a harsher joint. No Ragrets. Broke up huge. Stuck around the edge of the grinder. More crystalline than expected. Not an explosive smell, but the plum fruit funk is front and center. Do not overgrind as the dense bud gets a bit powdery. Maybe it could be a touch more moist.

Dry toke reminds me of church, and wine. Some strange combo of the incense and wood? But yeah, flavors from the housewive's "cooking" pantry...Port, Sherry, Marsala. All the staples.

The first draw felt a bit overwhelming, but it's just high terps. Second draw is perfect. All the plum flavors are there. The flavors don't normally translate this well from the bag to the burn. Some of the best weed I have ever tasted. It has as much flavor as the gastro pop extract I made. Getting a touch harsh from the drip about two thirds of the way in. If I was a total pimp, I'd roll blunts of this with a Partagas wrapper, the size of a robusto, smoke it to halfway, then leave the rest for the racoons. Not that the end is unworthy of enjoyment and respect, it still rules, but nothin says high roller like lightin' up with a hunned dolla bill y'all.

That first half was like an alien mutant stone fruit explosion that should not exist in nature. The last half, like me and a family of rabid skunks swimming through a river of plum tea and just hoping I can make it to the other side without my lungs giving out. I did it. I'm a seasoned swimmer. And after all these years, skunks are my friends. Could have rolled a smaller one.

The high keeps building, but not insane. Kinda a solid high into a creeping higher. Rear brain feeling elevated and tingly. More mood effects than the concentrate alone. More "full spectrum" and less "thin" as I would say. Nice med body buzz. And some good head effects as well. Still would have guessed sativa leaning.

Feeling happy and goofed. The shade on the deck is perfect. The bud and concentrate make a great combo, but yes, I summon you Cher (precursor to the Kardashians somehow). "If I could turn back time, If I could find a way" I would go back and not press the buds. They have the best value the way they are. If you buy some, don't do what Donny Don't did. Roll nice singles and offer up a flaming sacrifice of the first half of every joint like it's a fucking miracle to whatever Bog holds your chain.

If they had an OZ, even at their typical top shelf price, I'd get one. Plumz is my first product from Simply Bare, and sadly I'm impressed. Sadly, as they only have premium price offerings, and a quick check shows many many different SKUs. That is hard for a compulsive guy like myself. Don't want to get too sucked into endless 40$ eighths.

This was a great reco. Thanks bud. It's an amazing day when you say "I've never tasted something like that before". What would a live extract of this strain taste like? Jaysus. Yeah, I think I gotta go get a quarter of this and keep it sealed in the Clamsand National Vault for future generations to study and appreciate.

Again, I'm not destroyed. Just a perfect level of high. Still functional, but intoxicated. Let's have a bevy and party. "Tarbender, i need a drother nink"...I like blender cocktails. Caribou Lou anyone? 151 Rum, pineaple juice and Malibu. Tech N9ne Techniciannnnnns!!! Aroo. Aroo. Aroo.

Blaze

Unlicensed Producer (UP) Grape Gas live rosin. Sorry about the title again. Color is nice and light, a kind of off-white pale yellow. Texture is a wet, slightly sappy sugar. Leaning more to the gas than the grape for the smell, but the berry fruit tones are there too. Wow, it smells great. The fuel is strong, but not as phenolic as some. A bit less chemical...sweeter. Melon on the exhale. Feels like a sativa leaning hybrid. Cerebral, but also calm and relaxing. Vapor was smooth, but chest feels tight. Strong.

Honestly just feel like laying back and letting things wash over me. Like a laser scanner with atmospheric haze. Feel a bit goofed. Smiling like an idiot. I likely look stoned, though my partner is always telling me that I don't.

Very nice, but I feel like taking a nap all of the sudden. Will just meditate a bit. Drinkin some sort of green smoothie concoction with coconut water. It feels good coating my food pipes on the way down.

Damn!! I need to wash me some buds. It's a rebuy, but I won't. There are too many to try. The other offering by UP they had at the store sounded good also. ...so little time.

FYI...I did a review for Northern Canna Ice Cream Sunday, but it got held by the moderators for a bit. It finally got posted this morn, but it's back a bit in the feed. There is a quick and concise review at the start for those of you afflicted with TLDR, but the rest is there if any of you are interested. May not want to miss it. It's a bit crazy. Enjoy or don't. I did.

Rosin 8.5/10. So much less work to do a quick review, but so much less cool. :) Thanks.

edit - This post was held as well for approval. Guess I'm on a list, and my posts may not appear at the top of the feed when released. Fair enough, sometimes I deserve supervision. Just a heads up if you sort by time and only look for the most recent ones.

Northern Canna - Ice Cream Sunday

Count is good at 28.5g. Cracked it open in the store, and the smell was not explosive, but very nice. Buds were tight, perfectly moist, lightly sticky, and squishy. No humidity pack. Not overly frosty, bordering on gemstone glinting. Rosin pressed easy, with almost no bud prep, delivering a 20% yield. Slightly darker sugary sap. Very strong. Earthy spicy citrus. Body/head is 75/25. Massive initial hit, then decline to very high plateau after about 3 min. Hard temple squeeze. After a bit, feeling more 60/40. Rolling up, the ground bud smells of peppery sweet, sage, and fuel. Moisture is perfect to grind and roll. Med kinetic. Not too sticky. Smell is gassy and active in my nose. Earthy sweetness that fills your lungs as there is still nice moisture in the super fresh buds. Feel some pain reduction. Sweating. Mild oil ring appeared several times, then burned away. Got oily at the end, but still smooth with good flavor. Burned exceptionally well. Not destroyed, but full on high settling toward Hybrid.

Score 900/1000 Recommend rebuy, better for the afternoon and evening.

There. That is the short version. If you just wanted a basic review with none of my silly bullshit, please stop here. Do not pass Go. Do not collect my rambling thoughts. You are free to go anytime. If you would like to stick around, I have more to say. Mostly bullshit though. You have been warned. If that sounds fun, pull up a chair. Let us parlay of Devil Grass, and dreams, and a sickness delivered by a man in black...

Ok, here is my real post. It is the longest yet.

The Collective Oz. For me, the price point is perfect if you know where to get it. The same product sells for between 150 and 200 depending on where you shop. Caution. These prices have no effect on the producer profit and are a reflection of the distributor mark up. Pay as you see fit obviously, but they do not reflect the quality of the contents in any way. I like the idea of paying a little less, and tipping the guy who brought it to you at a lower price. We should use the lowest price to determine how small the profit margin is for some producers. I'm not saying LP's don't make money, but with a 25% variance in profit to the store, it seems odd to me that none of that markup goes back to the producers. It kinda makes the grower look like the gouger when you get charged a high price at some stores. Often it's not. And the stores that sell you a product at a lower price by choice are making less profit on the sale. Thanks guys. I appreciate that. Just a little bullhorning from soapbox Clamsand.

Speaking of...you know it, Clamsand pressing. It looks fresh, so going in for an 8g press first to see if we can get a sick flow shot. It seemed to progress well, but had a couple blowouts and lost a bit to rewicking absorption. Color appears a touch dark in the thicker spots, but looks nice and light after collection. A bit tricky, with some thin oil condensation in the center that wants to pull the booger off the collection tool. Get it into the jar for a 19.5% return, but I expect there was some loss from an imperfect press. I'll do a smaller press to confirm the return after.

Clean off tool 1 in the banger. OK. Clean off tool 2 in the banger. OK. Do an actual dab. Obliterated. Can't open my eyes. Rubbing my shins. Pawing at my cheeks and eyes. Too much. Chest wants to cough, but I'm a tank and hold it down. Shallow gaspy breaths until I catch myself. More body at first. Earthy and spicy with a bit of citrus. Has a bitter vanilla aftertaste, and that spicy caryophyllene terp profile. Top brain and rear lower brain are wrapped in static tin foil. Often I feel the need to lay down if the effects are this heavy, just for a min, but I'm good just shaking my leg here in the chair. A good three minute super high for the virgin dab and a mild step down to a strong stone. Hard temple squeeze. Still a bit hard to keep my eyes open. I got whiplash on Sat AM pretty bad, so I feel like fucking Batman...all eyes and no neck. None of the superhero qualities I assure you. I think I'm fine, but it's a comical reflection on our health care system that I went to the doctor to test a skin rash, feeling fine, and returned home with a bruised knee, black eye, three goose eggs on my skull, whiplash, a hole in my side, and stitches, papers for a CT scan, prescriptions for 3 medications, a possible future medication that costs 25000$/year, 3 specialists, an ice pack, a juice box, a granola bar and 3 follow up calls. In retrospect, what was lacking was a simple ten dollar pillow. Still no word on the rash...and I'm fine...just for the record. Don't get me wrong, even at the lowest I've seen it in my lifetime, it's a system we should all appreciate. Just need to right the ship a little.

Incidentally, the Ice Cream Sunday high is what I was expecting from an unspecified jar of Lindsay OG I tried recently. Pre-scandal, by chance, but I have some left. Mmmmmmmm, verboten smoke. I like this stuff better than the Lindsay, regardless of the symbolic and cultural faux pas. There is a four letter acronym with two F's in it that could apply, but I try and avoid modern catch phrases if I think there is a more classical one that can be substituted.

And somehow I'm now downstairs watching the climax of Euphoria. That's all I've seen to be honest, and that's enough for me. A good old fashion saloon showdown between two serious brothers with beef. I won't risk ruining any more of it for those of you yet to watch. Spoiler, there are tities. And cussing. Watching it kinda took over my real life actual euphoria sadly. The show's namesake is not delivering as advertised. Why the fuck does anyone accept a religious criminal? Those two things seem mutually exclusive to me. You can't act like a goon and walk into church on Sunday or even claim to walk the Path. In spite of John Wick and his canine grace. Maybe if you are a Pasteur from Boston (but not the diddling kind obviously). Or Ghandi...he had a just form of retaliatory response. And on the screen, the murderous characters of Euphoria are holding hands and praying around a dinner table in a farm house on the plains. And the emotions are real for some.

Will get to the joint in a sec, but after smoking 2 nice ones and 5 or 6 dabs, the high has settled into a fairly balanced hybrid feel, not too racy, but not to much couchlock. Heavy, but still stimulated. The aftertaste of the rosin is a bit Ammonia/Cat Pee, and that spicy earthiness. Again with those strange strain ingratiations. Both joints did give me a bit of anxiety, but my body is kinda in recovery mode, so it could be that. The last couple weeks have been a roller coaster, both actually and figuratively. I'm going to try a fresh joint in the morning before I finish the review.

Both the looks and the high reminded me of the Woody Nelson Dark Rainbow, though they are not really related. I put that one in my top 5 this year so far, though I only had a bit. Should grab some more.

I really want to big up the trim on this jar. Can't guarantee your jar of course, but these buds are prime for pressing. A few nice bigger ones, but mostly nice little guys with no stem to speak of, and almost zero green leaf. I literally picked off zero on the 8g press. That adds to value if you are pressing, bringing the actual yield up, if not the percentage. Big thumbs up to the great trim team at NC. Also, the buds don't look hedge trimmed or squished all to shit, jerk bag containers. All hail our ziggurat...and these clear jars. I'm seeing more and more transparency in the packaging recently.

Second press was a similar yield. Averaging a 20% return at the current level of moisture. I pressed about half of the ounce so far. The second press was a touch cooler, and the extract seemed the same. Color was comparable. Maybe a bit wetter and bit less waxy at the lower temp. Couple of super freshies off the press and I think I may be off to Dreamland. Where will I end up tonight? Do you all dream? Any repeat/recurring dreams? I do. One is at my childhood cabin in the woods. Americans are trying to move in next door, and they need to pass through our property to get to theirs. The invasion of privacy is real. I'm not sure if they are good people at first, but we always end up in a speedboat chase up the lake. I need to remember where all the deadheads are located in the passage so I don't get harpooned by the Hemmbalken logs. The lake always gets narrower as I flee and I need to turn back. I never get back. Consciousness takes me. In another I'm in my ex's parent's house, but I always find a secret passage to a massive abandoned resort through a crawlspace under the stairs. It's often different when I get there. Once just a chalet banquet hall, a couple of times a multilevel arcade game complex out of a Mayazaki film (Spirited Away, Howl's Moving Castle, etc.) connected only with rickety ladders to move from room to room. Sometimes I ride a two stroke motorcycle up the walls and on to the ceiling of my childhood friend's log home.

Not sure if I need to smoke more weed or less. Thoughts? My mom nags the latter. Speaking of which, I told my parents that I started a creative writing project. When they inquired, I sent them a link to these weed reviews. My mom was supportive and encouraged me to write, Bog bless her soul. But I smoke too much weed she says. Then, in a total 180, her and my dad offer to do a review with me. We laughed, then I asked if they would actually do one. They live 7h away in a small backwoods in Northern Ontario...but they do still have three different fucking weed stores. Never did I think I would appreciate a Starbucks level of urban saturation, but here we are and I'm McLovin' It. I figured I could pick something that we both can get, and I can post their review as the "Old Weekend Warriors" within my own clear and concise consideration of the same strain. But yes, that will make the goddamn thing even longer. Anyone in, or you just want more dick picks and gas pump emojis? I need to level up my emoji game. Comment below if you hate information and different perspectives. Either way, I'll do it if the spirit takes me.

As and aside to the aside to this aside, I must have watched 15 different Youtube virgin viewing reaction vids, mostly female, to Mother by Danzig. I couldn't believe how the man had such a strong level of Rockstar charisma in the video that you could literally hear the audiences' panties removing themselves as the vapors took hold. That shit is like a dtf detector. Not quite as much with the young generation, as they have been taught aggressively to fear expressions of masculine physicality as toxic (which sometimes they are, but not always). But 25+ had a hard time resisting the gravitational pull. You know what, even my panties were feeling the tug. People seem to liken it to Elvis meets Jim Morrison at a Halloween party. And I suppose they would be right. You can't help but start pumping your fist and shakin' that baby maker. The guys want to be him, the ladies want to be changed by him. It's human nature I guess. And as with human nature, it can be sadistic. By the end of the music video, both genders are smitten with this larger than life pure blood sex machine. But as with most western fantasy, we are filled with a sick feeling of being "taken-in" when when we learn the truth of it. Those giant Baywatch balloon tits were never real. He is not a God, seeking the ways the Gods kill, but a man, and a much smaller one than expected at that. But you know what?? Old man Glen is a real fucking person with some real fucking emotions, possibly more than you and I. So how about we don't worry too much about how fucking high the top of his head is off the ground, and focus on how amazing it is that his barrel chest can summon those pentatonic minor demon howl builds.

MOTHER!!!!! DO YOU WANNA FEEL EVERYTHING??

Good morning. Joint 3. Buds are looking darker, and not super frosty. Each day is like emerging from the birth canal all over again, but each time I'm smarter. Like the Edge of Tomorrow, but less interstellar war, and more gravity loungers. She's a beaut this morn, 15 degs and sunny by 9am. Let's start with an Ice Cream Sunday, cuz goddammit I'm a DiNk and I can eat my dessert before dinner if I fucking feel like it. You can all substitute as my momentary progeny, inspired to my bad habits through mimicry. The wake n' bake family cycle continues. I can hear mom, my actual family, pleading with me...no, no, not for breakfast!! All parents fear the slick wedge, the irresistible angular pull down some slope of enshitification, where many children pile up with the other lost souls...all covered in poor decisions at the bottom of The Hill. Parents, open the mental cage you keep your children in. A bird that can't fly freely is no bird at all. More like a two-dimentional projection facsimile of a bird.

Fuck, I haven't even had a smoke yet. Birds and shit wedges. Fuck. Let's check that joint before things get out of hand.

Dry toke is herbal seschwan peppercorns, and a nice sweetness. She's not tiny, so I'm expecting destruction. Earthy sweetness on the first draw. Bit of citrus. Vapor is smooth and filling my lungs. There is an extra sweet fruitiness I didn't detect before, maybe a bit of berry? Oil ring coming and going as she burns. The Portuguese neighbors are arguing in their native tongues. The unintelligible phonetics sound fast and bubbling like a wee creek. Two thirds into it, and I'm laying back. Very strangely I'm feeling pain reduction. That never happens to me. Maybe just the whiplash finally loosening up this morning. It's been 3 days. The high has taken over. Very calm and serene. Not so head, mostly body and rear brain. The train is chuggin its complex cycle of mechanical noises, and some arborists are delimbing and feeding a wood chipper nearby. And the planes, always the planes. A break in the urban symphony reveals the morning birds, signalling the rise of our one true lord Sol. Then all the noises blend in again as they resume their toil.

I really enjoy watching the 9-5 mon-fri world wake up while I go for a morning walk with a fresh glow on. And with this weed, every one of those poor hard-working Torontotonians will wonder why this asshole is bringing that shit eating grin to whatever job he has. Sorry, not sorry guys. I'll try and tone down my sunbeam. Not the review though.

I'm sweating in the sun. Mild face numbness. Eyes closed. Shields up.

Joint got a bit of an oil ring, then it burned away 4 times. The one I smoked last night really saturated the roach, but I didn't get a picture. Sometimes there is a heavy trichrome taste in my mouth that I ignorantly associate with myrcene. I don't have that. More piney on the aftertaste. Still sweating. Digestion is being stimulated. Not obliterated, but full on high.

Gonna save about a quarter for joints, and pressing the rest.

Is it a rebuy. Yeah. But they had two other Collective Oz offerings I missed, and there is a new Half Q one as well. I'd love to try them as well. There is only so much lung.

If you made it this far, our time has come once again. It's been fun.

"It's late. This little chair will be waiting for one of you, and a rocking chair for another who likes to rock, and a big armchair for two more to curl up in when you come again to our castle. I'll close the big front doors and pull up the drawbridge after you're gone. Goodbye. Goodbye."

Blaze

Fishy Fingers.

The buds twinkle and have small runs of purple. Count is healthy. Covered in snow. It looks like it would all fly off if the nug shook like a dog. Nice and fresh feeling on breakup. 10.5RH on the wood probes. Gassy. Minor sage. Really all fuel. Has a kinda warm citrus dry toke. No herbiness.

Smooth. Strong. Four tokes in and my chest is tight and the high is building fast. Half a joint would be good to start the day. Can I finish it? OG and mild citrus. A bit salty. Tastes like weed. She snuffed it once, but I can share the blame. I was struggling. Very oily in the last half, as you can see in the pics. I could see it percolating and pumping down towards the filter as the heater cooled down after a draw. Still smooth except the last pull, but again, that was my fault as I got greedy. Salt and pepper ash the whole way, whatever that means. Feeling good. Didn't destroy me, but I'm crazy high and feeling good.

First smoke of the day and sun is shining. "Gives you a whole new way of looking at the day" a wise man on a motorcycle once said.

Elevated, mild temple pressure, a smirk to let the others know I'm a live one. The birds all around. And that ceaseless plane whine coming and going overhead in slow motion doppler. The sound of the city pumping climate into our boxes of habitation. Pumps. Pumps everywhere. All around me in my environment. The heart, my lungs, my membranes, my brain brain. Forcing temporary states of disequilibrium, winding up our meatworks as we ride out the great uncoiling events that follow. The fleshy mainspring can only last so long before a full disassembly and rebuild is required. We seem to be dropping seconds lately. The time approaches.

Hands sweating. I guess she's a bit racy. What am I saying?

It's a hybrid, and it feels that way. No couchlock or anything, but there is a heavyness and a body stone as well as all this heady talky shit.

Closed eyes and leaning back in the gravity chair. Ears ringing. Could be the onset of tinnitus. Years with my head directly in front of a drum kit kick port, guitar amps at 11, and so many hours of headphones. At least I wear earplugs when I go to concerts now.

Going to have a stroll up the Humber river valley this morning. Getting toasty already on the deck. Rolled 4 pinners.

Both this and the Mind Playa are really nice buds to look at. A bit leafy and purple for my anesthetic preference, but I guess that's the genetics. And my prejudice. They have that crazy twinkle diamond look. How do they achieve that? Mentioning again that the bag seemed intentionally inflated.

Can you hear that sound?? It's like a weeping sound, but not sad, more anticipating relief. Like the sap just needs to get out before there is some kind of violent rift. Just relax, breath, let it out. Clamsand pressing...but just a little one. More of a 3.5g whimper. Pressed nice and sugared. Strong. Interesting flavor. Waxy cookies with a citrus run, but more on the waxy rather than sweet side of cookies. The puck looked like it had some life left in it after the first run through the ringer, so I villainously stepped on its fingers as it tried to pull itself from between the plates of doom. Get back in there and give me more!! I got more. Totally worth it. Big badass second press hit. I'm sweating sitting next to an air conditioner. Other than that, the concentrate is feeling more indica leaning. Big body hit. My stomach feels gigantic.

Norman Finkelstein is droning on about some sinister plot on my monitor. He's getting old. Not as old as Chomsky, but old. Greg Graffin said on stage that he hoped when he got too old and too fat to perform that someone would tell him to stop if he didn't himself. That's an odd one. Hopefully an ironic cop out. If I get there, don't tell me. Don't lie to me, just humor me. I'll be old. what's the point in keeping a confused or helpless person honest? Maybe just focus on making them smile. Best ugly old guy performance ever is Robin Tyner (MC5) - Grande Days. The live one from a cable TV recording, not the album one. Look it up on YouTube. I get goosebumps every single time. Why stop anywhere?

We are about to have a mass extinction event of the political old guard. I'm ready for something new. Good or bad. The old shit was getting embarrassing. Lets go.

Mon esti, Le Dieu. The flow. The sugary flow....

Hadn't tried anything by Sixty Seven Sins (SSS, be careful with this one). People seem to like the Gary Satan, and I love Satan. People like the Fishy Fingers. I love fingers. So I bought the Mind Playa to start (review pending), then the Fishy Fingers (review pending). Spoiler, they blew out my butthole. So Veggie had this 14g bag ($90) that had also reviewed well, and the price was a little more pressable than the 3.5g bags ($28). Pulled the trigger.

Slight grassy, medium herby, and mild warm citrus smell in the bag. Buds look amazing. Covered in frosty white, with runs of purple. Dense, but not solid. Trim is very nice with minimal green leaf. This is my third bag from SSS, and they have all been inflated upon purchase. At first I thought it was gas expansion in the bag, as it has warmed up recently, and they may have been packaged in the winter. I've decided that is a stupid thought, unless they packaged it outside in the cold. Now that I see a pattern across 3 bags, my monkey brain is connecting the dots, and an image is resolving. Are they doing it on purpose to protect the buds from squishing, like they do with chip bags? If so, very cool effort. It does allow for more shaking of the buds in the bag, which can agitate the headies off, so it's a bold move. If you have thoughts about which is preferable, please comment below. See what I did there?...social media Daemon. All 3 bags also had a boost pack, were perfectly fresh upon opening, and were still swimming in terps. Well this one was not quite swimming, more treading terp water. It would burn your eyes and peepee to swim in terp water.

Straying a little from the traditional Clamsand recipe for the first press. Gonna start with a low and slow, then try a more typical temp later. Dropping the plate temps 7deg each, and planning a 120sec vs 90sec extraction. Ish. We're Scienceish around here. So 155bot and 163top, 30 sec warmup at half squeeze, get to full pressure a bit quicker than normal, then add pressure every 5-10secs as the rosin tries to escape the heat and pressure. First hit is a touch underwhelming, but it was a small one, just cleaning off the collection tools. Oh no, did I buy a bag of shit! No, of course not. These guys know what they are doing, and the genetics are crazy. Let's respect...Face Off OG, Kush Mints, Girl Scout Cookiesx2. That's like wood fired pizza, with a steak on top, add a whole cake, a can of caviar, then shave truffles on the top with a wood jointer. Caution, do not stack these genetics more than 3 high. You will be too high. The goods will become damaged.

Ok, back to dab #2. Bigger. Not huge, just normal, and a much bigger effect. Feels indica. Not a smack in the face. The hands from under the ground are reaching up, amplifying earths gravity. Typing has slowed a bit. Feel like meditating. Tight chest, mild grin. Feel very nice.

Jesus effing C. A third dab, and I came back to the computer and thought, I need some tunes to finish writing the review. I even had a window open and ready with something. I just switched to hit play...and got distracted. The sway of the sound and the lights was just too much for my diminished mental sharpness. It sounded so good, I had to send the guy a comment, and I just forgot about finishing the review for 10 min. Life as an amateur weed tester. These things happen. Learn to laugh at yourself.

The rosin pressed out waxy looking, but still glistening with terps, as you can see in the photos. I have no issue with waxy, yellow/green/brown/grey rosin. It doesn't look as glorious as clearer, more sappy extract, and appears "buttered up", but there is a big difference. A waxy/cloudy rosin still has an incredible freshness right off the press which is quite different from the dryish texture of a typically buttered up rosin. Which I also don't mind at all.

Feeling sedated, first thing in the morning. What will that mean for the day? Seems to gel with my overall nothing to do. Feel more like watching a movie than making music. I also make crazy techno and electronic noise music when I'm in between smoking sessions. It gives me something to do until it's time to smoke more. Gotta have hobbies, right?

Looks like it's a bit more temperate in the city today, but I ain't complainin'. I'll take summer over winter. Nothing destroys the enjoyment of a good smoke like trying to smash though it as fast as possible before les doight son froid. Everything pleasurable deserves your full attention. Anything less would be uncivilized. Fucking Barkley brainworm. Put down that phone, pay attention and really experience the things our species has worked so hard to produce. It's like climbing a mountain and closing your eyes the closer you get to the summit, then reopening them again as you decend. You miss the best part. Great picture though...fucking duck face.

Rolling joint. Smells med gassy with some minty menthol. Dry toke a bit warmer...cookie dough, a bit of citrus and a bit of dried flower/potpourri. Slightly harsh. Darker ash. Starting to get a buzz about halfway through the joint. She was a long one, and the paper is looking mildly saturated just from touching the bud. Oily towards the end. Didn't fully take over my high. Prefer the extract myself. And yes, as you can see from the shadowy joint picture, I do only have one arm. How does he even roll or press rosin with one arm? Just picture it, me, with my one arm, pulling the handle on my one-armed-bandit press. It's like that sex position where the two guys high five while going to town. London Bridge maybe. There's some humor in there if you look. I'm howling.

I'm kidding of course. unreliable narrator. I have both arms.

So did a bigger 8g press back at my typical temps to see if we can get a "nice show". I like it. Tell me you don't like the look of those flow shots. Just wanna smear it on toast and eat it. Look at the mix of sugar and bubbly sap on the edge. It dams up as it cools like a lava flow. Yes, it'll do.

Not a ton of flavor on the inhale. High comes on fairly quick and I'm feeling goofy. Blinkin after a second dab. Feeling delayed. I'm gonna call this more of an evening weed, unless you wanna sit on the couch all day. Which it would enhance to no end. NHL 94 all the way! Maybe lunch. Crudo sammie? And a nap.

Who knows what the future will bring? Muad'dib. And also that guy in the box at the arcade with the crystal ball. And 8 balls. All three had balls. Is that a pattern? And Kurtz, he saw the future too. And fucking Orwell. Here we are, 1984 and Groundhog day all mashed up into Today. I can see Bill Murray locked in the torture chair in the "Ministry of Love", Room 101, a cage wrapped around his face ensuring unrestricted access to a truth extracting groundhog. Lets nibble our way to the truth. "We're all in this together" in the words of the immortal Harry Tuttle. Maybe it's not the future. Maybe they just opened their eyes as they climb the mountain, and used their fresh perspective to see the past and the present. Getting off topic a bit...

The jar, she overflow. It's fucking crowning. Creo que necesito un frasco mas grande. And look at it shine! It's got color. It's got texture. It's runny, it's thick, it's swirly, it's sugared. Almost looks like sea urchin roe in that side shot.

25.4% Yield. Amazing. Less than $30/g for fresh upper/mid shelf. These guys are pushing to the top. Spoiler, again, I preferred the other two SSS strains I tried (Fishy Fingers, Mind Playa), but as a slightly lower cost option, you may appreciate this one as well. As a presser, you can't complain about good bud, producing good extract at that yield level.

I'm sold on Sixty Seven Sins, but I keep saying their name wrong. Seven Deadly Sins, Fishy Seven Fingers, Sixty Satan Faces. I love when marketing 101 goes out the window. I'm struggling. I blame the weed. I guess that's good marketing. And hey...I'm buying, so the propaganda must be working. My sincere apologies Mr. Orwell. It seems I too am a comrade.

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Frost. Top 5 for sure. Probably top 3. That'll do.

Candy Bones. It's a classic already. You know the weed. You love the weed. Hold Mr. Clamsand's hand and we'll head over to the press together.

Squish out all the goodness from those milky swollen heads. Such erotic language. Not the easiest collection, but fine with some cooling. Great mild grapey/berry smell with a nice mix of fuel. Smooth. Clean high. Not a face kicker. Feels pretty chill. Eyes wide. Rear brain tingles. Feels sativa. Clear and cerebral. Only a 16% yield sadly...I would like more of this. Sometimes that's how she goes. I could have hydrated more. Still an acceptable yield. My guess is that it a needed higher temp pressing. Just a guess unless I buy more and test it though. I'll go in for a second bigger dab to test the elevated high. More flavor comes through, providing more of a chest hit. Almost a chlorophyll taste, but it may just be strong terps. I'm not the best at picking out some of the more unusual ones. Maybe I pressed a bit too hard on the wee puck. It feels offensive to pick off little bits of green leaf left after trimming when they are covered in this many trichromes. Not that I don't smoke them, as I do roll them into joints later, degenerate that I am, but I don't like to handle buds too much when they are this covered. Out of respect...

The morning sunlight is streaming through my window, and the vapes from the three solid hauls is a swirling show in the air. Winamp Geiss Milkdrop hologram. The hit is growing, but still a thin focused high. Moving into my forebrain, but still all upstairs. Cool. Rocking out the Olan! techno on Youtube. Improv master.

Good for the day, but too strong for complex tasks. Don't ask me to do too much math in my head. Heavy machinery? Sure. Smoke a fattie and operate a massive jaw crusher, underground at a lead and zinc mine, 600km north of the Arctic Circle. There's only one knob. How hard could it be? Permafrost is crazy underground. It gets confusing when there is 24h sunlight outside, but you spend 12 hours a day underground on shift work. More confusing than 24h darkness, but that's its own issue. I was not as smart in my younger days as I am today. Thank The God.

I'm guessing that I will prefer the flower to the rosin at this point. Not that it isn't good. Great even. But let's see if we can widen that spectrum of effects a little more fully by keeping everything in the vapor. Organic plant matter and hundreds of chemical compounds, all combusting and transforming, interacting with the air and passing across my alveolar membranes. Blood shuttling those additional compounds up for comparison to the extract in my CPU of meat. Mmmmm...comparison.

I cut up the bud with scissors to get a better feel. Sometimes you just gotta sit down and push your fingers into the soil for a good connection. Not insanely sticky, but it sure smells sweet. Yes, sweet citrus like runtz, without smelling simulated. I love when it just smells natural somehow. Terpenes are amazing. If you like sweet profiles, this is your gear. Med kinetic. Broke up bigger than expected. My fingers smell like cotton candy.

Strawberry lemonade on the dry toke. No bone flavor strangely. These names are all fake.

Similar flavor to the pack of three prerolls I bought before this this bag. Not fruity and smooth. More citrus and pungent. The high is starting to cut through the concentrate a bit, but not a takeover. Satisfied by the end of the joint. Tiny bit of burn on my tonsil nubbins. She's good. I think I prefer the extract myself. Heading out for a walk.

Bkmkt Jealousy preroll extra review. Tastes like weed. Feels like weed. Bit hard on the draw. Tight roll, but working. Super white ash. The ash is getting huge from the tighter roll. Not overwhelming high. Burned great after about halfway. Oily start and finish. See, I can do a quick review. If I want.

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What more is there to say about this weed. I have been seeing it at the top of peoples list for a while now. I'm a bit late to the party. I'll see if I can find a few words.

Container is mint. Not the smell. Count is healthy. Fresh-o-meter reads in the green, at a perfect 10.5RH. Moisture pack in the bottom. Buds are nice sized with some runs of purple. Nice level of frost. Sticky when handled. Good sized tight buds. All the good tings.

Dry toke is sage and mint and spice. Earthy. Like a date and spice candle. Moroccan? A little salty. 3/4 into the joint and I'm blinkin. Pretty clear. Feeling awake and ready for action. And as soon as I hit the chair, I can feel an overwhelming desire to just stay right here and watch a movie. That was a quick switch. I'm grinning, with a medium level of euphoria. Strong OG weed taste in my mouth.

Mutha fucka that roach got oily towards the end. Look at the picture. It was black. Did I smoke it? Yes. Did it get harsh? A bit. Did I get my ear bitten off by Tyson? Yeah. I did.

Feels old school. Anxiety. Confused. Just watch the cartoon show go by and everything will be fine. But how long will it last? Only rolled a single paper, but not a pinner. Have I learned my lesson? You shouldn't need a king size with the best weed. An abnormal man like myself should struggle to finish a nice wee cone. I guess that makes it perfect for two degenerate smokers. And here I am, all by myself. What's a girl to do? Starting to feel the peak settle a good 15 mins after the joint. I want to grow these strains. They are insane. GSC baby...middle school!!!

I feel a little like the dog who finally caught the school bus bumper. Great, but what do I do now? Anyone? Beuler?

Clamsand pressing up those Beautiful Blkmkt Britscotti Buds. Again, some of you may shed a tear for this looney-toon-flattened treatment of these extraordinary flowers, as though an anvil has whistled down from the cliffs above to land squarely on the jar. Please. Join me in a moment of reflective prayer for our lost budlets.

Our Flowers

Who under pressure

Rosin will be thy name

Thy time has come

I'll press til done

In my room

Because I cannot go buy them

Give me this day your precious sap

And forgive me my tresspasses

As I forgive those whose buds are inferior

And guide me to temptation

And deliver me a meal

For thine is the leaf, and the stem, and the bud

Roll over and over

All men and women.

Please be seated.

It's been 30 mins now I've been writing this, and as you can see from the passage above, I'm feeling creative and, dare I say, spiritual. She's mighty fine bud. FYI, I do refuse to press the rest of the 7g. Gonna press 4, and save a bit for a Fiesta. May need to grab more.

So hard to get moving. Fucking stoned. And I'm howling at myself with laughter cuz all I need to do is push the down button on the electric recliner to eject my body into action...but still it's an issue. First world struggles indeed.

Smelling crazy gassy when getting the puck ready. Pressed out with golden sugar. And it's thick. Twenty Eight Fucking Percent Yield. The buds were nice and fresh, packaged just over a month ago, but c'mon. What are they feeding these plants over at Blkmkt? Gonna look like Audrey 2 soon.

Check out the milky headies in the pics too. I imagine pinching each one between my fingers like an orange vesicle. I guess that would take to long, let's stick with the press for now. Peppery milk on the exhale. Not a massive flavor profile, but the boot to the brain is in full effect.

Gawd, my man Chris suggested the Blkmkt Zoy Sauce as well. He said it had a unique, divisive flavor profile. I am piqued.

Glad to finally cross this off my list. Now I know y'all ain't lyin'.

No score needed. Only prayers for their mortal souls.

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This is part of the triple tasting menu I set up for myself. I feel a bit silly just pressing 2.3g and rolling and 0.8g joint and I'm done. But I also like trying new things. But I also hate spending 40$ on an 1/8th of an ounce. Once again, lets all take a deep breath and listen to Shia The Beef. Just do it!! Once again, for science.

Clamsand cooking up some Guava juice in outer space today. Buds look great, if a tiny touch hedge trimmed looking. They were a bit dry and have spent the night in the spa to soften their crusty edges and help extract their sweet sweet rock...I mean, sap. Anyone seen Frankenhooker? Thin, but lighter in color than recent Marker strain presses. So clear. I guess those 37u bags do something. It just looks like the bag wet itself on the parchement. It's Ok little one, I don't mind.

Another crazy creeper. Almost no immediate high actually. Very odd. Then slowly, over 2 mins, the back of my skull felt like it was elongating. Xenomorphic. But with a human face still. Obviously I'm being descriptive here, and my head is still its normal boring shape, so don't be concerned about me transforming or anything. It's just weed guys. But why stop there? Why stop anywhere? I feel like Christopher Walken looks. Thin. Strong. Not weak. Just like the high from this weed. 90/10 head/body. Pushing upwards like a helium balloon. Prefer the effect of this over the Woody Nelson Guava strain I had, but that one was a very unique flavor and high profile as well. Feels like I should have ringing in my ears. I'm excited to compare this to the Guava Nuts now (also waiting in the spa). It's still building after almost 10 mins. That's crazy long. Feel a tightness in my jaw like I have been chewing too much. A general cotton in the ears feeling. I guess overall kinda numb ahead and below the temples. Very neat and strange.

Keep in mind again, I'm sitting here alone trying my best to test the best, paying close attention to how I feel, and streaming it out of my mouth in near real time. If I were doing normal things, or walking around, or talking to someone, I may not even notice some of this shit.

Maybe it's all in my head. Thank The God it is all in my head. Placebo, it's a hell of a drug.

While it seems mostly in the head, there is still a serious heavy feeling. Have to say hybridish overall and cerebral effects from the extract. Excited to try the bud. The high is declining so slow, even at midnight. Go end-of-the-night stash!!

Morning again. Had a tiny dab to start. Just a nice slow building creeper, but subtle. Let's try that doobie for breakfast. Tough to grind after hydration, as the bud is tight. Broke up large. Super kinetic. Minty funk smell, but not as crazy as I expected. Very yummy. Fuelly. Dry toke is warm, fruity, and citrus. Oregano. First hit tastes fresh. Has that slight pungent from the guava terps. Not overwhelmingly fruity or anything. Creeping, not smashing. Floral. Got halfway and was probably good. I rolled a 1-1/4. Fool. Chest is starting to reject the dripping terps at the 2/3 mark. Lungs are pushing back. Fuck that. I'm the boss. Like Tony Danza. But from the "back in the day" show, not the Broadway shit.

This is not pre-breakfast weed. End of the night. End of the night. So 2/3 into the joint was the point I needed to stop...but I kept going. Sometimes it's like the end of a chapter, you are so close you just wanna finish it. Both can result in unexpected unconciousness. 75/25 body/mind on the flaming flower.

Man Alive!! It's strong. The whole joint for me alone was too much first thing. I'm obliterated. Definition of NSFW. I am not at work. Do not try and operate heavy machinery, perform simple mathematics, or serve food at a fast food window on this weed. You will suck, and may end up a meme. You have been warned. Lawnmower...maybe. I cannot guarantee you will complete your mission with all digits intact.

Mouth tastes like I ate dirt from a pine forest...but I love it. Is there Pinene in there? I will check now. No. I love writing this shit blind without the label. Test my sophisticated pallette. What is the weed equivalent of a sommelier? Not that it applies to me, my smell is not the best. I smoke too much. Hmmmm.

5 mins after the joint and I'm sitting in a recliner rubbing my head. There is that "you feeling this?" look on my face, again, directed to the shelf on the wall in the empty room. Zoned out staring at the spines of the books. I can still hold a conversation, as I have just done with my partner, but feel peeled back and dissasociated a bit. Whose flying this plane??

Funky mouth. I should brush my teeth and start the day. Love it...again, a total banger. Don't care if y'all think I'm a shill or not. Not all NC bud is a total homerun. But this one is. Again. Even if the queued up Frosted Guava Nuts is not comparable (the "specs" show a higher thc content than this guy), they will have enough bangers in their lineup to justify spending my money any day. Berry Rampage, Permanent Marker, Atomic Marker, Galactic Guava are all a solid 9/10 100%rebuy for me. Will the Guava Nuts blow off my nuts as well?? Stay tooned.

As always. Marijuana affects different people differently. Using Cannabis before age 25 can harm brain development. Mileage may vary. Ride your own ride.

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Saw this one a while ago on the forum and the picture grabbed my attention. It looks killer. Just me, or do the buds and hairs kinda look like crawling Venom?

All Gas OG is the strain. Indica dominant Kush cross. Open the bag and holy old school Batman. Mild hay/grass and fresh cut grass, and the grass that you roll up and smoke. All the nice kinds. Often grassy can be a sign of just weak outdoor. That ain't this. Also has a bit of that new strange musty/musky smell. Don't wan't to call it basement, but basement. Sorry. Again, not bad. I tried to pull out the bud, and it came in three parts. Two tiny buds, and the rest all clinging to each other for dear life. Just looked like a giant misshapen bud, but I teased 'em apart to have a better look. Did the Deftones write their second album about this weed. No humidity pack. Very recent packaging, and the cure is perfect. A perfect soldier ready to burn.

They're furry, delivering on the visual. This is what I was hoping for in the bag. Nice lime and darker green, with a high pistil count. Covered in fresh snow and handled with care. Let's crack open that coconut and see what's inside.

The gas smell really opens up from handling the bud. Another stubborn press. No flow until I really gave it a good push. Often I can get the flow started with one or two fingers. There's gotta be a joke in there somewhere. Blond/yellow like fancy butter or the meat from an older chicken. Can you tell I cook a lot? I love collecting this sugar texture extract. No plate, so easy. Not a great yield, at 15.4%. I'm not sad, it looks amazing enough to take the hit. Maybe I should have gone hot and fast instead of low and slow. Sometimes that is the way, but I'll never know with a 7g bag. Rosin smells gassy on the parchment, but the dab is much more neutral tasting than expected. Nothing crazy at all. Not super gassy. Just a clean smooth tiny test dab. Maybe I need more. As I'm setting it up, I can feel a rise from the first one. Nothing big. So many creepers lately. Number 2. OK. There it is. Wooo. Sputtering and squinting. Makes me laugh when you have to put the rig down and back away in your rolly chair like it's just done you dirty, hiding your face in shame. There is only one thing that has just done me dirty...small dabs are a wise choice in general, and also true with wheelchair weed. My bad. :) Good bad.

Close my eyes and imagine. I'm in the interrogation room, and I just stood up to give the cops guff, but that big Sgt. standing over me with giant hands just pushes me back down in my seat. I think I'll just stay here. Seated. For safety. And still the FM techno plays in the background. A staple in the soundtrack of my life since covid.

Feeling 70/30 mind/body from the rosin. It had a creep up to a peak, then mild decline to a solid plateau. Fuzzy, hazy. Stuffy, but soft, not too much pressure. Just soft temples. Slowed. Mouth tastes a bit gassy, but I was expecting the fumez to kinda blow my head off. Not so. Ain't complaining. They were my expectations, not someone else's promises. Gonna roll one up!

Again, gassy when handled. Buds are very fresh and need a real gentle hand to roll or it will compact badly. Finished the roll, made a Clamsand mcmuffin, another dab, a walk, and I'm back on the deck to smoke it finally. I think it dried out a bit. Dry toke is very mute and it's burning a bit quickly. Salty AF. OG flavors for sure...like weed. Pungent. Diesel. Potpourri on the exhale. 50/50 body/mind for me. Not racy like a sativa, but tastes spicy/hazy, like a northern lights strain. Good weed. Feels like I'm stoned. But you do not need a wheelchair. A normal chair will suffice. Kinda earthy citrus. I've seen more fuel. This stuff is good, and worth a buy, but plan on smoking a touch more than normal to get really boosted. Same with the rosin. Awesome effect, but increase dab size as your tolerance requires. It'll get you there...like in a wheelchair...but if you're a fatass, you might need a big one...all gas no brakes. Aeroponically grown too...very cool tiny little misters.

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A fine reco from a fine budtender. Coming to the Trillium Provence all the way from the land of the midnight sun. Or one of them. I guess there are a few. Boreal is a small craft producer out of the Yukon. I'm hoping they have bagged up some of that northern goodness for us.

The strain is Lemon Grapefruit. I was hoping for a heavy citrus flavor profile. Not quite what I got at every stage of the game. This is not what I would call a typical lemon strain. The Romulan side is just dominating with its unassailable warmongering. It's like there is a bowl of grapefruits there, but the Romulans flew in with a Warbird and blew the fuck out of it. We are left with an angry Romulan, covered in citrus pulp...but you can't hide under there Tomalak. I see you and your disruptor.

The smell is more pineapple than citrus. Candy gas. So much bubblegum. Sweet and sour food, but without the astringent lemon/lime. This one is all grapefruit as far as citrus. There is a bit of cleaner smell, but not the lemon pledge one. More like soap or thrillz gum. A bit on the dry side, but fine to roll. The stems seem thicker than most of the bud I've been smoking. Med sticky. The count visually looks big. Micro shots reveal the heads are milky and swollen, but not dark at all.

Shall we squeeze? Clamsand pressing alien grapefruit juice. Wow, it was hard to initiate the flow. Strong Romulan shield no doubt. I think that is a function of the dryness. I had to use more pressure than normal before I could see the filter start to saturate. But, in the end, they all bleed. Nice light sappy extract with twinkling sugared sections. Not a massive yield, at 17%, but that's OK, it looks very nice. Tried folding the football for a second press, and got a dark green sap for another 0.08g. (that's the dark bit on the dabber in one of the pics) I don't include the second press weight in the yield unless I have a total early blowout and have to bail early. Fired up a bucket and she tastes interesting. I've had a bunch of Romulan sauce and diamonds from High Voltage Extracts, and this has a lot of the same flavor. You get a sweetness, a bit of that bubblegum, and a bunch of grapefruit. Some earthy and pine. I feel a little exacerbated, kinda like I don't know what hit me. Not that I'm obliterated, but if someone were here (I am smoking alone sadly), I be giving them the eyes, asking "shit, you feeling this too?"

Don't take this the wrong way, but the extract is sitting in the middle of the "Full Spectrum" highway. Maybe half of the possible range of effects that weed can have. But the ones it has, it is doing right. Lets' try the bud.

Dry toke tastes like pink lemonade. Straight up. Grapefruit and sweet smoke, and very smooth at the tip. Not harsh like some citrus strains. Still a bit salty though. Feel good in the whole top part of my brain. Feeling delayed. Getting saltier and touch harsh at the butt. Nice. I'm baked for sure. Feels more sativa to me. Can feel it through the concentrate 100%. Feel a bit intense, kinda like I'm ready for battle...but in a game of shuffleboard or croquet or something. Golf weed anyone?

You should be able to buy prerolls at concerts, theatres, and golf courses. It just makes sense. No debate required.

Feeling very fine. Recommended strain for wake n' bake, gardening, chores, gaming with friends. I'd call this functional weed. The buds got a bit squished in the bag, but I guess it did come from the Yukon, can't complain. Sounds like it isn't stocked everywhere. I picked it up at Veggie Cannabis on Dundas W for 49.95+ for a 7g bag if it sounds like your bag.

Overall 8/10 buds, 7.5/10 rosin. Great for everyday. If you are looking for lemon pledge, these aren't the buds you're looking for. If you are looking for a couch lock monster, nope. If you got shit that needs to get done, yes. Tastes like aliens. I am interested in their Banana offering. Funky shit guys. Thanks.

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I've seen people complain when there are no burn shots. Take this!

Now you too can make rosin at home! You don't even need a press. Seems all you need is a Marker strain and a joint. Smoke that thing about halfway down and your candle will transform into a rosin soaked tube of oil. And you will love it. This shit kills again.

Atomic Marker. Is it like Permanent Marker but with a radioactive core? Yes. Yes it is. It's a bit older. I can see the issue with the lid now. There is a foam liner in the lid to aid in keeping an airtight seal on the container after opening. Very thoughtful. There is also a foil seal stuck around the rim of the jar to ensure an airtight seal for a distribution. The adhesive seems to be passing through the foil seal towards the lid and sticking/reacting with the foam pad. They then bond together to some degree sitting on the shelf. When I initially open the lid, the foil can release or peel off with the plastic cap. Not the end of the world, as long as the foil seal is intact on the shelf, and the container reseals well after opening, but it could still use a bit of improvement. The container was definitely sealed when I got it, measuring an average of 10.5RH across a couple buds. :) No assembly required, batteries included.

It smells like a Marker. Buds look great. Frosty, and covered in delicate red pistils. Count is there. Please excuse the color on the photos. I am an audio guy, not a photo guy, and I care more about detail than color. Not that the detail is the best in my photos either. But the bud is not that yellow IRL. I always use mellow yellow lights in my room cuz, hey, I smoke a lot of weed. Bright shit is alot. I may change, I may not. Nice mix of greens in the bud, almost touching on purp.

A clamsand press before burning this one. As with all my Marker presses thus far, squeezes out dark and thin. Not quite as runny as PM(permanent marker), but very similar. 24.3% yield. Another producer. Keep in mind, cannabis enthusiasts, that the sap produced using a heat press is not a direct reflection of THC content in the bud. There are many things contributing to the total mass of the yield. Tons (relatively, 5-20%) is wax, water, terps that are visible to the naked eye, other oily and organic compounds, chlorophyll, biomass that passes through the filter bag etc. If I had to guess, I would say that maybe half of the weight extracted is THC. Just a guess!! So anyone questioning how you can get a 30% extraction by weight when it is impossible to exceed some 38% theoretical maximum of THC in the plant is missing, literally, half the story. Possibly missing half of something else?

But lets proceed, and read. For science. You can smoke at the same time. I will. It's fun. Dare I say, more fun than FIFA?

The sap was a bit easier to collect than PM, getting it done with the fridge plate rather than the freezer. Tried the maiden dab and it is strong AF. Immediate take over of my face from the high declining from whatever I was last smoking. This stuff must be twice as strong as the Pink Certz. This is more something I would consider "Full Spectrum" in effects. I feel fucking confused. Not about the weed, I just mean the high. Brain, body, visual. Yes. All of the above. More chill than anxious. Big teddy bear hug.

I am the pillow.

Non quantized FM techno in the background is just hypnotizing. The high is still building. Gut rot or something as the digestive system gets a kick...probably my shawarma lunch is blame. Wow! That was a cool peak. A good 5 min super high. And that's all I need. This is the shit. I was a fool and pressed the little buds I set aside in my rolling box for my joint. Oh well, there's a couple grams left in the jar. Guess I'll need to break up that king bud. I'll give it a bit to let the dab decline before I tackle the joint.

Breakup was easy, with no stick in the grinder. Low kinetic. Smells as marker as the PM. Maybe gassier. Dry toke is peppermint and candy cane. That marker profile really shifts around. Smooth, meaty flavor. Chest tightness. OG flavors. Tastes like weed. Floral, rather than peppery on exhale. Tastes like dried flowers. HA! How about that? Earthy and a bit GSC creamy at the end. Creeping. Nice plateau, and my lungs seemed to relax as the tightness just let go all at once. Smooth to the butt, in spite of the Exxon Valdez making an appearance. This joint got so oily, I would say the last third is a fully rosin infused joint. You are doing dabs with every haul. I attached way too many shots of the joint to show the progress and saturation of said oil spill. Hate if you must, I just wanted to show the extent of the emergency in case I had to file a claim with the government. Tongue numb at the back, but not dry again. Floating, but I am sitting in a gravity lounger. Cool echoes of dogs barking in the neighborhood. Sounds of sputtering dryer vents. And planes, the constant changing drone of planes. Close my eyes and I'm inside my head. More body than mind on this one though. My mind just feels kinda serene. But, I am just chillin on the deck, soaking up the rays and getting high. "God, grant me the wisdom to know the difference." Serenity now. Ok.

So. It's awesome. Northern Canna Atomic Marker gets the Clamsand seal of approval. The budtender said I got the last one. If you think you are wanting more, then that's the last thing you want to hear. But when you are just trying to do a Northern Canna run (Cannaball Run anyone?), and you went out of the way just to get this, the words sounded sweet indeed. The last one.

Damn. 9.2/10 both flower and rosin.

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