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Sacred Seeds Skunk #1 in 1980
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I have a copy if anyone wants one.
I read that the line of evidence shows it is him, as his handle on some forums(i dont recall where) was Jingles, and the author given for that article is Selgnij, which is Jingles backwards.
The most interesting part of the article almost to me, is where he says that you must press dry sift or whatever type of hash you have into solid hash form, as smoking it unpressed can give one a headache/ bad effects. And yet I am sure for many years now Sam has been a proponent and user of exclusively unpressed dry sift... Must have had a change of mind at some point?
I read that the line of evidence shows it is him, as his handle on some forums(i dont recall where) was Jingles, and the author given for that article is Selgnij, which is Jingles backwards.
The most interesting part of the article almost to me, is where he says that you must press dry sift or whatever type of hash you have into solid hash form, as smoking it unpressed can give one a headache/ bad effects. And yet I am sure for many years now Sam has been a proponent and user of exclusively unpressed dry sift... Must have had a change of mind at some point?
I edited out his face as its not my place to post that here, respect. I know the trail shows it, but he has never claimed it to be him. It is such a early, knowledgeable well written article for the time that I wanted to give him credit for early knowledge shared, be it almost 40 years late.
"Blotter #4" Magazine from 1979 article Titled "Sun, Soil, Seeds & Soul"
"Blotter #4" Magazine from 1979 article Titled "Sun, Soil, Seeds & Soul"
The part that makes it almost rock solid for me, is the line about, check out Rob's book coming out in the Spring. Sam has said that he and Rob worked together extensively so that shout out loudly points to him as well, tied with the signature given its pretty solid; but yes, I know what you are saying, and thanks for posting it up, its clearer and better high res than the copy i found.
RCC is also credited in the title page for pictures in the Magazine, nice one on the back cover...
Jingles was reported to be Sam's early nickname and used in the "HomeGrown volume 1 #8" from 1980 upon meeting the author of the article.
The handle I knew from the CW days was knowitallforsure or something close to that. Was way over my head at the time, most likely still is.
Jingles was reported to be Sam's early nickname and used in the "HomeGrown volume 1 #8" from 1980 upon meeting the author of the article.
The handle I knew from the CW days was knowitallforsure or something close to that. Was way over my head at the time, most likely still is.
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Hey Madjag!
It's been awhile...what a great community thread for all us old timers!
Thanks for starting it and getting so many great contributions!
Thank you, my friends!!!
It's been awhile...what a great community thread for all us old timers!
Thanks for starting it and getting so many great contributions!
Thank you, my friends!!!
Great pics Madjag 
Keep on growing
Keep on growing
I call it crowdsourcing the smoke report…..
The HiLiter topless bar was located in a quiet family neighborhood on north 12th Street in Phoenix just south of Camelback. It wasn’t the typical seedy neighborhood in which most topless bars were found and it wasn’t even on a busy street that would generate walk-in traffic. A small, non-neon sign on a medium-sized building was all you’d see if you drove by. Because the parking was in the back you could easily slide right on by up 12th Street and never even know that such a cosmic place existed. It was a unique, high-quality topless bar that did not attract an aggressive, stupid crowd.
The HiLiter opened, strange to me as well, in 1962. That makes it one of the earliest topless dance clubs anywhere. It was the first topless dancer club I had visited that had a DJ in a booth spinning the tunes for the dancers. His mastery of disco and soul music meant truly fine rhythms and beats for the ladies to groove on. During its heyday from 1974 to 1985 I enjoyed its unique atmosphere and talented young ladies. Other clubs might have had more space, more dancers, and louder music, but no club had Tina or any other of the 5 or 6 exotic dancers I had the pleasure to watch and converse with over those years. Their dancing was several steps above the other clubs’ girls. They liked to smoke herb as well….
Why was it such a special dance club? The HiLiter’s dance stage was in the center of the darkened room with the small, round tables and wall-backed booths creating a U-shape around it. This dance stage was a peninsula about 20 feet long and 8 feet wide jutting out from the dark back wall that lead to the dancers’ prep room. A small bar, just wide enough for a glass or bottle on a napkin, circled this tight dance stage and facilitated those who liked to sit close. If you sat at the bar you’d be right at the dancer’s feet. Pole dancing was not prevalent yet, thankfully, so if a lady got on this stage she had to dance, not just swirl around and act sexy. Similarly there were no table dances to distract the crowd. You came to watch great dancers do some dynamite, erotic dance moves. And they sure did.
Tina was legendary and everyone’s favorite. I humbly admit that I learned to Disco dance by watching her moves and practicing them at home. Yes, way! Obviously not all of her moves translated into a man’s dance style, however she had so many moves down solid that at least 25% were good for either men or women. She could have easily moved to Vegas or New York and struck it big, however she loved the West and the desert heat made her life perfect. Dancing til midnight and then walking outside in Phoenix summer heat, maybe 105 degrees at that time, has a charm all of its own. It feeds the body in a special way, especially a body that knows how to move.
One fine autumn evening in 1981 my fellow Wizard Don Wand and I stopped by the HiLiter on a special mission. We wanted to see what the new harvest of Sacred Seeds Skunk #1 could do to an ordinary person who might think of themself as an experienced sinsemilla smoker, but in our humble view was not even close to being one. It wasn’t meant to be cruel by any means, just a giant, fun lab test in the field that would serve to entertain us as well. Our friend Dennis had the inside line with the dancers so we decided to test it on a few of them. We knew that they would be devastated and I have to admit we had a secret agenda as well. If we could impress the dancers, we might get a date. Yes daddy.
Dennis met us inside and we sat a table that was right next to the dancer’s entrance into the bar. A few beers later and Dennis’ close squeeze came striding in. She recognized D and sat down on his lap laughing and smiling. It was the beginning of her shift and she gladly entertained his suggestion to have a few tokes to get her ready. She signaled another dancer and D and I slipped out the back and into the men’s bathroom with the ladies. Like many old-time, down-to-earth clubs, the bathroom door’s lock was broken so I wedged my feet against the door just in case some drunk came bumbling in. I pulled out a fairly thin needle joint, not very impressive compared to the current fatties most guys were wielding, and lit it up. The dancers each got 2 good tokes, the kind you have to struggle to suck out of such a pinner, before the knock on the door came and Tina’s voice was heard outside. They moved me and let her in. Tina was working behind the bar this shift and in charge of the whole scene concerning the dancers. She was very pissed off that we were smoking one in the john, mumbling angrily and telling Dennis and I to get out.
We moved out of the bathroom and into our usual booth against the wall just off center stage. The booths were raised off the floor about 10 inches and let us see above the heads of all the other patrons and it put us about 20 feet from the tip of the peninsula-shaped stage where we had a perfect view of the dancer as well as the entire crowd. 5 minutes later Dennis’ girlfriend came marching out of the back with a big grin pasted across her face. The other dancer followed about 10 feet behind her as they sauntered between the tables and around the stage toward the steps that lead up to the dance floor. As Jeannie, Dennis’ girl, turned the corner of the stage and continued on, she walked straight into a round table and knocked it over, spilling numerous drinks and bottles and tumbling over it herself in one smooth motion. I could hardly believe my eyes. The commotion that ensued involved semi-drunk patrons yelling, Tina jumping in to rescue the girls, and DW and I flying out the back door to the parking lot and a quick getaway. Suffice it to say that we didn’t want to get on the wrong side of Tina. I think she let the whole situation rest because when she saw us the next time she didn’t bat an eye. Either she had a few puffs herself after she kicked us out of the men’s room or just understood that Jeannie was a lightweight. My test had passed with flying colors to the same degree that Jeannie had failed. Or was it failure? She learned something that day, didn’t she? Beware of Wizards bearing gifts…..
A similar test was enacted a few weeks later in another public place where we carefully left a pin joint in a spot that a hipster would most likely see it. Sure enough, one of the first guys to pass by found it and fired it up. Numerous false starts with this method are common because it leaves open the opportunity for the test subject to pocket the gift and smoke it later. The proper combination of locale and local color is necessary to ensure, fairly quickly, a solid test. In this case the fellow had a few hits and continued on without a worthy reaction. Oh well. My Colombo friend Gerardo used this method with great success countless times in Manhattan as a source of perverse amusement. He knew the power of his herb and didn’t need a smoke report. Come to think of it, neither did we. I guess that means we really are Deviatos, doesn’t it.
So the smoke report reads like this:
Sacred Seeds Skunk
•Smooth mouth, easy on the palate
•Expands in the lung, though not cough producing unless overtoked
•Not a sleeper weed. You get what you paid for immediately:
devastatingly potent, disorienting, but without paranoia because…..
•The strong Indica body effect within first minute causes loss of
motor control and focuses energy toward the physical, away from
the cerebral
•Surreal psychoactivity from the sativa Haze roots follows quickly
leaving the unprepared out to fend for themselves. Do not operate
motorized equipment or attempt to fly an airplane.
My personal experience with SK #1 was very satisfying. I had smoked amazing herb over the years preceding that first Sacred Seeds harvest including Oaxacan, Pueblan, Guerreran, Sinaloan, Santa Marta Gold, Santa Marta Red, Jamaican, true Thai stick, and of course my friend Gerardo’s black Colombian nicknamed “Candybar”. I was, and am, a lightweight in the sense that I never sought out the ceiling of a weed. Reefer for me was like ride, a journey. I didn’t care how fast or long the journey was, just that it was excellent in its characteristics. Thus I tailored my intake to the situation. Nowadays, because of a few characters that I hang out with who are just the opposite and smoke as much of the best herb they can find, I have explored the ceiling for a number of weeds and can honestly say that I enjoy doing so under the right set and setting. It just took a few more years for me to get there.
In the early 1970’s I remember walking down the street in my small northern Arizona town, past several cowboy bars, and gazing into them incredulously. What a loud and crazy scene. I said to my Colombo friend Gerardo, upon looking into the open door of Rusty’s Purple Sage bar and lounge, “Can you imagine going in there and having a drink at the bar?” Instantly he’d be walking in and I would follow, mostly out of friendship and partly out of unconscious dare. I had hair well below my butt and he had an Afro as big as any soul brother you’ve ever seen, except that Gerardo had deep brown-skin and was ½ French and ½ Colombian. Being high at moments like that made me nervous and I know Peter was just pushing me past my limits like a good weed brother should. When he sampled the Skunk #1 harvest a few years later he said, “Not bad, not bad” and proceeded to chain smoke an ounce in a week or less. I guess that was the final seal of approval for me. Johnnie loved his herb….
Theres a killer local afghani in my area. Its been going around since the late 70s. I was lucky enough to grow this my first few seasons years ago, and it was most definately SKUNKY. The skunkiest variety Ive grown to date. Sadly the seeds went nonviable a decade ago. The mother plant is still alive, and seeds are abundant but held very tight. Im working on getting some seeds back now. Im always fascinated by madjags recollections, and his amazing stories and pics. A true legend.
Yes I wrote it....
Almost 40 years ago. I have been doing this a long time, as this was in the late 70's and I planted my first Cannabis seeds in 1965.
Some of my statements reflect our or my lack of knowledge at the time, but they are few, and most of the info is solid.
Blotter Magazine was put out by my friend and neighbor Peter Stafford, author of Psychedelics Encyclopedia, as well as other books on psychedelics.
R.I.P....
Almost 40 years ago. I have been doing this a long time, as this was in the late 70's and I planted my first Cannabis seeds in 1965.
Some of my statements reflect our or my lack of knowledge at the time, but they are few, and most of the info is solid.
Blotter Magazine was put out by my friend and neighbor Peter Stafford, author of Psychedelics Encyclopedia, as well as other books on psychedelics.
R.I.P....
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Can you post a picture of the labels? I have the first two you made, I think they are the first two? But if there is a third or fourth I want one.
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Alas, we only created 2 labels and used them for 4 years. Oddly enough, the company that made them for us is still in existence. I wonder if they still have my old order in the archives. I doubt if it was my name or my partner's, however they might have it under the job name.
My good friend who did the original artwork is still in Phoenix. I have his original in a frame under glass. It's like 24" x 15" or so. eBay ? Naaaaahhhh.
Alas, we only created 2 labels and used them for 4 years. Oddly enough, the company that made them for us is still in existence. I wonder if they still have my old order in the archives. I doubt if it was my name or my partner's, however they might have it under the job name.
My good friend who did the original artwork is still in Phoenix. I have his original in a frame under glass. It's like 24" x 15" or so. eBay ? Naaaaahhhh.
