I've been looking at Kanga's photo's of giant sativa's, maybe drooling is the word I'm looking for. Now anyone who understands the laws of metaphysics and manifestation knows that nature abhors a vacuum. The universe rearranged itself to accommodate my perception of it and magically filled the void in my life and soon I was holding a half oz of Bud with no name. (Thanks mate)
I cut the vacuum sealed pack, nostrils flaring with anticipation. I inhaled. Pine, with fruity undertones. My mind scrambled to make sense of this intoxicating aroma. Synapses fired off in my brain, feverishly looking for connections to try and place the ancestry and type. Was it the Oaxacan I've been looking for? I went in again. I filled my lungs with the perfume, come on, what does it remind you of. BC (haze) an unsure voice answered. So it's not oaxacan, I demanded of the little voice. I don't think so, was the reply, don't you remember, the oaxacan had a more sugary sweetness about it. There is no point in arguing with the nose. Feeling as if I'd been let down, it was time to bring in the big guns.
I rolled a joint. I took a toke. Juicy Fruit Thai, no doubt about it. But where does the pine come in. It took me at least half an hour to finish the joint. Must talk to Kanga. I gave him a call. OK I said what is it, hoping to end the confusion. It's er, kind of mixed, he said. So you don't know, I asked, somewhat rudely I expect considering my frame of mind.(no offence intended). In the future I'll have it more sorted, he promised. I thanked him profusely and went back to work.
Thinking about how Nostradamus threw his quatrains up in the air and then published them in the order they fell to the ground, I started cracking open buds to see if I could sort them. Which one's got the pine? I made two piles, imagining that they were different. Hours go by while I try to finish the two joints, one from each pile. I analyse what I'm feeling. There is a presence to the high in the way that Haze has, but different. I get that ringing in my ears, that I associate with bud that has flourished under intense sun. I get a sense of maturity, that I imagine is the result of the plant being able to reach maximum size. So what about BC, I ask one of my schizoid selves.
I get back to the piles smelling each bud. It's all the same! Pine overtone, Juicy Fruit Thai undertone. The effect is primarily Thai, but better than I've seen in 20+ years. What about the Pine? I don't know, I can't really connect it to the Thais that I've come across. Maybe it's a hybrid. But it has been inbred to Juicy Fruit Thai.
So what about the BC I remind myself. It's inbred to Juicy Fruit Thai the nose informs me. Oh yeah, the realisation dawns on me after 25 years. The brain can be a bit slow, but the nose knows.
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