I find describing the smell and high of cannabis difficult, yet the two are most definitely linked. I also find that complexity of smell and high are also linked.
Taking the Mustang Nepalese I once had as an example, the smell was between pine and camphor. But not a blend of both, that would make it too complex, it had a kind of singular quality about it. The high was the same. It was as if the plant was acting as a prism that translates the full spectrum of sunlight into a single colour. Colour changes to sound and a high pitched note is left ringing in your mind. The note contains a sense of alarm, impending danger, a feeling that it's too late. You imagine, this is what it feels like after you have jumped off a cliff without a parachute, but before you land. You feel more alive, alert and somehow more fully conscious, but there is an implied warning in the effect.
The smell was telling me all this. Like a musician being handed sheet music, you knew what the song was before you heard a note.
The Oaxacan, in my memory, was much more complex. It was fruity, but had tang, with a full bodied sweetness, more fruit salad than just fruit.. The smell had the promise of leading to something delicious and it did. It was strong, yet it had balance. If the Nepalese was playing high C, the Oaxacan was playing a chord with resonance. It was a comfortable feeling, high yet grounded, profound and content. I am reminded more of a beach party, a celebration of life, (Shakira shaking her arse comes to mind).
It had the well rounded high of an Indica /Sativas hybrid, without being one.
This Mexican Sativa was no accident of nature. I'm sure it was bred by a Master with a love for life.
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. Its funny you mention the avatar, as I had also caught on to that one, especially in light of his attitude towards yourself and Skunkman. I always thought that was highly suspicious. Careful though, he may be like the candyman, say his name three times and...
