Diesel840
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In honor of my dearly departed grandmother, I broke into my jar of SSH#5 which has been curing for nearly a year. #5 was the best smelling plant out of the straw, and I wanted to save her for a special occasion. Celebrating such a wonderful lady with a jar of truly special herb, just what my grandma would want 
.
Upon opening the jar, the smell has become muted and shifted. Breaking it up, my nose is hit by the familiar scent. Like a time capsule, it brings me back to the last time I saw my grandfather, before he succumbed to cancer. It brings a bittersweet smile. I pack my steamroller as the intoxicating aroma tickles my fantasy of what's to come. The broken flower glitters like diamonds under my work lamp. Like the flowers, the flavor has aged in the jar. Where before it was bright and forward, it has now become deeper and richer with more action further back in the pallet.
Even with a single hit, I'm brought out of my lethargy and encapsulated in a warm bubble of bliss. I feel energized, not jittery nor anxious; in much in the same way as a good cappuccino would. The music, oh my god. The herb has elevated my senses to the point that the music can permeate deep into my soul. Entranced by the music, it helps me feel connected to the spirits who've come and gone.
It's been at least 15 min, time for another hit. This hit lingers in the middle of my pallet and along the back of my throat. I can taste the acrid bitterness of a good haze which many liken to
️pee. Where the first hit had notes of incense and fabric softner. The second is roasted parsnips and ️urine.
I can feel it in my face, particularly in my cheeks and forehead. A pleasant flavor has developed on my palate, lingering from the last hit. I can almost taste the bergamot that's missing from the hits. My thoughts are becoming a bit jumbled. They slip from my grasp, twisting and dancing with other thoughts. This is good shit! The music has gone from reverent, to rejoiceful tearing my attention away from the smoke report...
Ok, I'm back. Within seconds of my third hit, I'm up dancing and singing
Bye bye Miss American Pie. The song has gently lowered me back down, I can finish the review. Exhaling through the nose offers a wealth of terpy SSH flavor. I'm surprised to still taste anything. It was a small bowl I loaded. To still have flavorful hits is choice.
My body is relaxed, tension seems to be melting. Not in the way an Indica dom would, I am not glued to the chair. Though I don't want to get up, either. I sit, torn between the desire to simply sit and bask in the glorious music, get up and dance while I tidy up, or paint some miniatures and sing along.
I've loaded the top half of the nug, a really nice fat bowl. The smell is, intense. It really does smell like the outdoor sativa I got, years before. It's a bit more complex though, with a spiciness which has developed this past year. The fatter bowl ensures a very satisfying cloud of smoke, from the steamroller. The flavor is out of this world and the smoke itself, has an almost mentholated cooling action.
This is truly wonderful herb! The flavor is unique and memorable, with a high that is no less special. Not only does this weed pull one out of a funk and make them want to get up and dance or clean, but it also helps ease pain and tension enabling one to enjoy her euphoric high. I'm so happy that this was one of the very first chemovars I've grown from Mr. Nice. Everyone should do themselves a favor and treat themselves to a straw of SSH. She is timeless, and always the stash of stashes!
Diesel840
.Upon opening the jar, the smell has become muted and shifted. Breaking it up, my nose is hit by the familiar scent. Like a time capsule, it brings me back to the last time I saw my grandfather, before he succumbed to cancer. It brings a bittersweet smile. I pack my steamroller as the intoxicating aroma tickles my fantasy of what's to come. The broken flower glitters like diamonds under my work lamp. Like the flowers, the flavor has aged in the jar. Where before it was bright and forward, it has now become deeper and richer with more action further back in the pallet.
Even with a single hit, I'm brought out of my lethargy and encapsulated in a warm bubble of bliss. I feel energized, not jittery nor anxious; in much in the same way as a good cappuccino would. The music, oh my god. The herb has elevated my senses to the point that the music can permeate deep into my soul. Entranced by the music, it helps me feel connected to the spirits who've come and gone.
It's been at least 15 min, time for another hit. This hit lingers in the middle of my pallet and along the back of my throat. I can taste the acrid bitterness of a good haze which many liken to
️pee. Where the first hit had notes of incense and fabric softner. The second is roasted parsnips and ️urine.I can feel it in my face, particularly in my cheeks and forehead. A pleasant flavor has developed on my palate, lingering from the last hit. I can almost taste the bergamot that's missing from the hits. My thoughts are becoming a bit jumbled. They slip from my grasp, twisting and dancing with other thoughts. This is good shit! The music has gone from reverent, to rejoiceful tearing my attention away from the smoke report...
Ok, I'm back. Within seconds of my third hit, I'm up dancing and singing
Bye bye Miss American Pie. The song has gently lowered me back down, I can finish the review. Exhaling through the nose offers a wealth of terpy SSH flavor. I'm surprised to still taste anything. It was a small bowl I loaded. To still have flavorful hits is choice.My body is relaxed, tension seems to be melting. Not in the way an Indica dom would, I am not glued to the chair. Though I don't want to get up, either. I sit, torn between the desire to simply sit and bask in the glorious music, get up and dance while I tidy up, or paint some miniatures and sing along.
I've loaded the top half of the nug, a really nice fat bowl. The smell is, intense. It really does smell like the outdoor sativa I got, years before. It's a bit more complex though, with a spiciness which has developed this past year. The fatter bowl ensures a very satisfying cloud of smoke, from the steamroller. The flavor is out of this world and the smoke itself, has an almost mentholated cooling action.
This is truly wonderful herb! The flavor is unique and memorable, with a high that is no less special. Not only does this weed pull one out of a funk and make them want to get up and dance or clean, but it also helps ease pain and tension enabling one to enjoy her euphoric high. I'm so happy that this was one of the very first chemovars I've grown from Mr. Nice. Everyone should do themselves a favor and treat themselves to a straw of SSH. She is timeless, and always the stash of stashes!
Diesel840
