Sour Tangie is everything psychedelic you’d expect from a cross of sativas Sour Diesel and Tangie. It’s a party in a box--flying confetti, lights and balloons combined; it delivers bombastic stimulus overload for a high-octane hour, followed by a half-day of remnants and aftershocks. Some would think we’re speaking in hyperbole, but not when you’re talking about the harvest at Three Rivers Organics.

Our sample nuggets were beautiful and solid, adorned in crystal and gnarly like mutants. They wore a full spectrum of hues from dark marine to bright gold, and patches of gnarly, ginger hair. The Ruby Red aroma that made first introductions now grew into a full blown tropical salad as the myrcene terps smacked us face-first. Even more flavor greeted us on the first puff, like a grapefruit Sour Patch Kid.

The first effects rippled with power, squeezing eyes, face and brain through a sieve. The pressure passed, leaving the feeling of a hat, too small for the head, squeezed on, up to the brow. A phantom presence, half-electric, half-alien, brewed behind the left frontal lobe. It kept growing. "That's it," one critic surrendered, "this clears my afternoon."

We were energized and blissfully forgetful, as our heads distanced from the body and clung to the stratosphere; we were space cadets on a space walk. This was the strain for the cabin weekend, a safe space in the woods, or free afternoon in the backyard. Hours could have passed without our knowing. There were those of us who just sat in the hammock watching “Koyaanisqatsi” for the sake of gripping, deep thought, and others who went on a quest to find their own trippy microcosms in nature.

Good for creativity ("as long as there aren't any upcoming deadlines"), we wrote and created with free, lucid epiphanies springing forth for up to two hours before the descent began. Rolling another seemed in order, and hit without any burnout--simply, recharging the zany energy. One typically quiet critic was unusually boisterous and enthusiastic. “I love the taste and smell! It’s to die for!”