Everyone knows you can’t just eat one Girl Scout Cookie without the urge to finish off a whole box. Take a thick nugget with an illustrious range of violet hues, diamond crystal cover and phenomenal star anise aroma that fills the entire house--and you’ll find yourself in a similar predicament, loading bowl after bowl. Such it was with Chronic Therapy’s version of the strain, which was masterfully cured, and carried the fragrance of blood orange.

  Wow. We only needed one hit. That was clear from the first spark. It totally ripped right off the bat, tickling the throat. An electrical hiss sent us floundering, struggling to balance in slow motion. The next few moments passed like a full hour. A few critics felt slight dizziness as the head fully disconnected from the body, but recovered quickly.

  For the adventurous, a second, and greater puff only meant a higher soar. It wreaked havoc on motor skills and cognition. The waves increased, and we zoned out on an exponential scale. There was no way to explain this to the others. We had to focus to get through sentences, one word at a time.

  Those who puffed twice added at least an hour or two to the ascent, no less. Regardless, we all suffered short attention spans, instances of philosophy and self-analysis, a soul searching matched with deep and silent guttural energy pulsing through the muscles. Eventually we were zapped empty, and hit the couch. As we rode the lucid edge into sleep, we were greeted by strange dream-like hallucinations, or prophetic visions, depending on the dosage.

  Girl Scout Cookies will be best enjoyed after dinner; go too early with this one and you’ll find yourself sucked into a midday nap (or be sure to pair with a strong sativa). Two puffs at 10:00PM lasted until 8AM the next morning, no wake and bake required. If anything make sure to keep a journal nearby to record your own epiphanies from the psychedelic madness that is sure to ensue.

Photo by Ry Prichard