Like the beautifully mystic bastard child of Lady and the Tramp, Sour Kush mixes Sour Diesel’s renegade melange of worldy genetics with the well-manicured MK-Ultra, a breeder’s strain. Our first such encounter with the strain came from AMCH, vibrantly colored as a blue spruce with kief cover like a fresh snow. Its squirrely buds were thick and compact, with kush-like bracts and hints of purple. It was sweet and spicy when ground, like nutmeg with a subtle cherry. The sample was limited and critics only experienced two full hits, at most. But cazart, was it more than enough.
Blonde as it was, we weren’t prepared for the breathtaking first hit - even a conservative corner of the bud rocked for 15 straight seconds, with a generous release on exhale. Then, the massive fogginess dissipated, leaving major back-end creeper to round up. The taste revealed a sort…
This signature bud gets our “Cream of the Crop” stamp, and not just because it recently won “Patient’s Choice” at the September industry hash bash. The strain comes with a sort of po-dunk history of displaced coastal and tropical phenotypes mistakenly bumping into each other in Nowhere, Kansas. While Golden Goat doesn’t exactly smell like the dumpsters from which its moniker is taken, its pungently sweet tropical essences are only the prelude to its legendary cerebral effects.
We were treated to a meaty bud with splotches of orchid purple, covered in cherry-blond crystals and a mane of pumpkin-orange hairs. The scent was strong and sweet; two critics claimed it as a Sauvignon Blanc, notably the exotic Nobilo from New Guinea, known for its palate of gooseberries and passion fruit (the bud’s grind and taste was reminiscent of a fresh-squeezed Brazilian Maracuja). Need we say more? This…
Would that the fields of sage throughout this state could be cannabis. S.A.G.E., or the Sativa Afghani Genetic Equilibrium, fits right in the middle as hybrids go, combining the pure and standard indica with a sativa thought to be rooted in California’s Big Sur. The latter is evident in its lemongrass essence, with traces of recognizable hops from natural sage. The bud was tight and dense, but not heavy. There was hardly a leaf on the crystalled morsel; as it ground, the room filled with the aroma of Nag Champa and citral.
The first puff hit hard, but the real effects crept in a few minutes later, and did not stop. Electrified, we tried to . Blunders were a problem. The cerebral high continued to grow for at least an hour, often leading to embarrassing speech impediment and clumsy fingers. Unmistakably, the strain tended towards the paranoid for…
Product: Chai High Iced Tea MIPS: Keen Greens (Solace Meds)
THC: 316.69 mg per 12 oz bottle
Best Price: @ Buddies Wellness, $12
Never in our history of reviewing edibles have we felt compelled to invoke the White Rabbit - but that changed when the new Chai High Iced Tea came to town. Even those who typically avoid iced tea will want to try this one, if not for the delusional and utterly fantastic experience. No other “extreme” version of any Colorado beverage has the both mega-cannabinoids (~317 total mg in this case) and such actual punch. It might not conjure dreams of talking caterpillars or flamingo croquet, but that all depends on how much you drink. The combination, palate-wise, was a sort of hard-to-down, but an easy shooter for low-tolerance critics.
Most of us decided to drink the whole…
Jilly Bean is a taster’s choice bud, the kind of bud you smoke for the exotic flavor. The hybrid combines the tangy cream of Orange Skunk–technically, Orange Velvet–and Space Queen, a fruity descendant of Romulan and C99, to produce a delicious and thick morsel that grinds like a pink jelly bean. Our sample from Burnzwell was bright green with fiery neon hairs and large calyxes. The thick, well-cured nugs found a perfect balance between fluffiness and density.
Ground, the JB erupted like a gooey gumdrop, with an aroma disputed between mango and plum. The grind and burn revealed additional floral tones, and even the smoke was aromatically pleasant. Our first hit struck first in the face and neck, inducing a major swallowing reflex. The focus remained intact, as a calm settled in. But critics were still energetic enough to enjoy the growing cerebral…
Shamans, the intermediaries between the human and spirit worlds, were said to heal illnesses by mending the soul through a sort of religious ecstasy. So aptly named is the strain that bears the magical moniker, a strain known to harvest in violet hue 50% of the time, with narcotic prowess attributed to a First Generation Purple #1. Our own sample, which came from Summit Wellness, also possessed the a creamy apricot, with hints ranging from lilac and mint to curry. The bud wasn’t quite purple–but rather a technicolor array of pinks, reds, and oranges.
Our particular specimen was also delivered with one of the best connoisseur cures we’ve seen–and certainly moreso than the majority of the High Times sativa category this year. It was the perfect combination of sticky and moist, while dry enough to grind–which was absolutely imperative; if the pungent aroma hadn’t filled the…
A typical review of Skywalker OG might reference Lando Calrissian or the Pit of Carkoon, or even related strains like Deathstar and Biggs Darklighter. But the real analogous similarity could be that of an unlikely hero, hand-picked from obscurity to save the universe…or, at least, a version of that. This mish-mash of hybrids is an alien receipe for indica excellence, matching the Mazar/Blueberry mix of Skywalker with the Lemony-Hindu Chem of OG. Whether it conjures a messianic end of the dark-side–well, that depends on your dosage.
Our latest sample came from Boulder Medical Marijuana Dispensary, tight and thick. The meaty calyxes were snow-frosted with nonchalant hairs hiding among them. She was crisp and fresh, with aromas of ginger, 7Up, and tart, chemical undertones. The first puff evoked whiplash as the nerves got their first shock. Calm and focus slowly eroded as the electricity circled…
While the High Times Cup brought upon an onslaught of mystery gems into the office this past weekend, there were 4/20 Rally Cup entries that also deserved acclaim. One of our favorites, Vanilla Kush, was the best contender from Garden of the Gods’ offerings, violet, meaty and well-aged. Its hallmark was a piercing lime aroma, with vanilla bean undertones, if not an almond creaminess. Some critics compared the taste to that of Mountain Dew; either way, it filled the room completely with a rank and pungent sour.
The first wave was a swallower. Heavy pressure compressed chest and forehead, while a body-blanket of narcotic pain relief covered each limb. A tingling in the crown of the head spread to eyes and lips, buzzing throughout. But cerebrally–even with a tinge of growing hysteria–we remained functional and able to problem-solve internally. The challenge was self-expression.
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With a name like “One and Done,” we expected a definitive one-hit wonder, strong as “Come On Eileen,” or “Ice Ice Baby”. What we found was actually a D&C version of caviar, without the hash oil infusion prior to bubble hash cover. Ours arrived with a hoppy pinewood aroma, and pre-ground. It was gummy and showed a slight purple base, but overall, looked like the sort of filth you might find in the couch, and toss. That said, make sure your significant other or roommate knows that it’s medicine.
One hit wonder or not, we did not stop at 1 puff. After about three hits, we were enjoying a creeping and emotional high, full of the introspection and creativity as a bright sativa-leaning hybrid. We became empathetic and understanding, though, wishing to slow life down. Our eyes twitched involuntarily; control had…
“It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.” – So Romeo describes his chimerical beauty. He may as well have been assessing a rare but locally prevalent hybrid by the same moniker. After all, Juliet’s cross-country union of NYC Diesel and Cinderella 99 is unorthodox as a Montague romancing a Capulet on the streets of Verona. Thankfully, the bud by any other name would still smell sweet, pine and hoppy. Ours arrived from The Green House with unbelievable sugar cover, bengal-orange hairs, and sticky grind.
Her introduction was a was a real head-shaker. The blast was bright and gave several of us jitters. But it wasn’t overwhelming. A mild but pleasurable cerebral buzz ensued at quick pace, calming the spirits. Were we heading in to work, we may have stopped there–but we had to continue for the sake of science. Further dosage proved…
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