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Strain Safari with The Strainger B Y I A N S T UA R T
Bobbing and Weaving Through a Hangover with Weaving Genetics Everyone needs a hangover cure; mine happens to be dabs. Lots of dabs. I turned 35 at the end of November and celebrated by drinking like a land-locked shark at a water fountain. The next morning I was a wreck—oldschool, college-level hangover. After spending most of my morning shower lying down and groaning, I make my way to my office where I have a variety of new concentrates from Weaving Genetics waiting for me: three amazing live resin strains, Wilma, Ms. Universe, and Island Spice. The first concentrate I tear into is the potent and pungent Ms. Universe. A mix of citrus and pool chemicals, the scent alone will give you a buzz. One hit and my body is vibrating like a cheap motel bed. I reach for the Wilma next. A lighter event than the previous dab, it was almost like smoking a can of Sprite. Clean and refreshing, the hangover begins to slow its pace. “The last dab will do ya,” so I dig into the Island Spice. A floral aroma hits your nose with the subtlety of a bouquet being used as a pair of brass knuckles. The heady hit tastes as if someone added black pepper to your guava juice. Every dab was unique and tasty, and I was also too high to be hung over anymore. Mission accomplished. Now if only dabs helped you clean up after a party too, that’d be some best friend status right there.
Cannabis Cove Hydroponics and Comedy I had a socially distant corporate comedy gig this last weekend. Before heading up to the venue, my buddy introduced me to his friend over at Cannabis Cove Hydroponics in Harpswell. They were nice enough to hand me off a sampling of their frosted flowers. Their Mimosa strain smelled and tasted like champagne and fresh-squeezed orange juice. Their Wilma strain was dark and sweet like a cherry-lime rickey, tasting like a trip to a penny candy store. Lastly, the Miss Universe strain smelled and tasted like a week old box of BerryBerry Kix; Ian tested and Ian approved. I loved the Miss Universe strain, and at over 22% THC, it was my strain of choice as a road companion to my gig. The show went well, and I had fun. As I jumped off stage and headed to the parking lot to spark my jay, the head of the company walked up to me with his hand out holding a business card, “You were made for this. I could get you into your own office with an assistant
immediately.” I take the card, study it, and think, “Does he want to offer me a job because he thinks my on-stage persona is THAT charming or because he thinks I am a terrible performer in obvious need of real employment?” So I look at him with a grin, “Eh, couldn’t pass a drug test.” He shrugs it off and laughs, “I wouldn’t have offered you a job if we drug tested here.” Headed back home, I throw the business card out the window as I light up the remainder of the super tasty Miss Universe strain.
Casco Bay Cannabis on the Line “You ready to party this weekend, maaaaan?!” My buddy couldn’t be more excited to take me on my first ice fishing trip. We are headed up north to his cabin in the woods, and my only instructions are “bring a ton of weed dude!” Done. I had just gotten a generous care package from my friends over at Casco Bay Cannabis. They set me up with four different strains of organically grown ganja: Mob Moose, Blue Cheese, Blueberry Ice Cream, and Purple Lemon Nightmare. All of the buds were varying degrees of dark green, all of them coated in trichomes that shimmered like a sunset reflecting off of a churning ocean. The Mob Moose and Blueberry Ice Cream strains were earthy and peppery on the nose and the lips. The Purple Lemon Nightmare and the Blue Cheese both had overt fruity elements in their aromas and smoke. The Blue Cheese smelled like an exotic blueberry muffin mix, and the Purple Lemon Nightmare had a pungent gasoline and lime scent and flavor, the latter being my personal favorite of the group. I had a great variety of some fire buds and was excited to bring them up to the cabin. On Friday evening, I made it up to my buddy’s where I was met with sad eyes and a pouty face, “Ain’t safe, the ice isn’t thick enough to fish on.” My buddy looks at me like a doctor after an unsuccessful surgery. “I was gonna call you, but I didn’t have cell service up here.” “No worries,” I say, “I brought a cure-all.” Now, we may not have caught any fish that weekend, but we did catch a high so dramatic that if we had been any more stoned, you could have freeclimbed over our faces.
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