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KC Brains uses strains from Brazil in his hybrids.....
KC Brains uses strains from Brazil in his hybrids.....
.....he breeds for size/yield and his seeds are very reasonably priced. poke around the Internet, his products are easy to find.
KC Brains uses strains from Brazil in his hybrids.....
.....he breeds for size/yield and his seeds are very reasonably priced. poke around the Internet, his products are easy to find.
Hello Zam,
I'm catching up on old threads so that I might learn more about the cannabis past that I have enjoyed since 1969.
The most devastating herb I have ever toked was a true, landrace Colombian Wacky Weed was known to me as "Candybar". It showed up three or four times a year via Brooklyn, New York to Phoenix, Arizona. The only person in America getting it was my good Colombian friend Gerardo. His source was an old-time grower from Neiva, Colombia, land of the Colombian Blacks that ranged from a shady chocolate color to a rich tar coloration.
Candybar came so black and compacted in one ounce "bars" that it looked like hash and had very little if any apparent leaf or vegetable matter. It was tightly sealed in aluminum foil with an outer wrapping of Saran Wrap. The few people who were lucky enough to examine it up close were like, “WTF?” because it couldn’t be just plain weed. Not coming like that. What these lookers didn’t know, though, was the true surprise that the source of this smoke was handful of female plants that were not annuals. These mother plants were many years old and treasured by the few, rare individuals that had access to the herb they produced. Though I've never seen photos of multi-year plants from Colombia, my friend RCC sent me photos of a Thai tree with a sturdy trunk slightly larger in diameter than your forearm, with average height of approx. 16-18 feet. Standing alone along an agricultural field's wooded edge, a single plant looked very similar to a small stand of bamboo. It doesn’t necessarily mean a lack of vigor at the Equator when a plant grows beyond a year….or five.
One toke from a New York needle pin joint of Candybar was enough to send people falling down staircases, to start spinning so hard that they vomited, and to even lose their balance like my best friend who immediately passed out, fell forward into a brick wall, smashed his eyeglasses, and hit the cement - all before we could move from the same instantaneous freeze and time-stoppage induced by the one, hard-to-pull-from-the-pin joint hit that we each inhaled.
The time period helped the high. In 1974 when Candybar was selling for $100.00 an ounce in Phoenix, an outrageous price for those early days, very few people has smoked decent sinsemilla or had ever tasted this kind of highest quality, professional Colombian grower's personal stash weed. Peter, AKA Johnnie, and actually Gerardo, had people driving down 3 hours in the dark of night from Flagstaff just to grab one of the 3-5 bars being sold shortly after it arrived in Phoenix. Many were disappointed due to its absolute rarity and the general impossibility of getting even a 1/8 of an ounce, ever. Folks laughed when they heard about it. They just couldn’t relate without the experience. They had no reference point that was comparable. I’m sure many of the farmer bros out there reading this account can remember their first space dream and total wipeout.
He had tales of heavy intoxication from wherever he roamed. In Redway and Shelter Cove in Northern Cali he told me of sitting in the pitch-black Redwood forest on a summer night and listening to insect, animal, and sounds from "The Standing People" (trees). Yeah, sitting for 4 hours without barely moving. Now that's some zone. What territory.
Other times there were humorous stories of leaving pin joints in public places and following/watching the poor mental-patients-to-be as they blasted off instantly and lost their grip on the way. Much like the best highland Thai or other southeast Asian smoke that exhibited a SAM (Surface To Assassinated) missile speed. Victims who later swore that they had smoked herb spiked with LSD. Today, looking back, I'd compare it to a DMT blast, though not quite as psychedelic as a stunning combination of extremely high THC accompanied instantly by a wave or windblast of an even more intense CBD spin. And spin they did.
In the stashed Rasta section of Brooklyn’s Bed Stuy, Peter watched helplessly (yep, frozen in time) while a friend's girl tumbled down an entire wooden flight of Brownstone stairs. Once they could break free of Candybar's Tractor Beam they spent awhile tending to yet another casualty.
I remember several occasions when hipsters asked Johnnie what type of hash he was preparing. He used a razor blade to slice chunks or slices from the candy. Imagine, for you that can relate to what a “Chunky” candy bar was (is?), that you took two Chunky bars and lined them up touching, side-by-side. That was the general shape except it was not quite as thick. It smelled of warm dark humus, an earthy cannabis with a hint of fruit.
I never, ever smoked more than one hit at a time once I experienced the time-warp of 5 hours disappearing from a couple-three thin hits from a Ney York Needle pin joint. I laid wasted on the banks of Sycamore Canyon’s swim hole just below Laurie’s Cave wondering who I really was and when was I going to be able to, heyhey, think again. Only a few like Gerardo, George B., and Rob T. were perpetually motivated by Candybar and took off hiking for hours or drove a tractor in 100 degree heat all day under its spell. For most like myself it was paralyzing.
Second place (oh yes) goes to “Cartoon Weed”. Whatever it was, it was extremely predictable and intensely stony in its effects: you will be somewhere, probably in public, most likely in a place that you wish you weren’t, and totally lose it, laughing ridiculously until you cried. The release was enough to make some piss their pants, oh man.
I like that smoke a lot, too. It made life’s dream a magic, funny, shadow show.
I'm catching up on old threads so that I might learn more about the cannabis past that I have enjoyed since 1969.
The most devastating herb I have ever toked was a true, landrace Colombian Wacky Weed was known to me as "Candybar". It showed up three or four times a year via Brooklyn, New York to Phoenix, Arizona. The only person in America getting it was my good Colombian friend Gerardo. His source was an old-time grower from Neiva, Colombia, land of the Colombian Blacks that ranged from a shady chocolate color to a rich tar coloration.
Candybar came so black and compacted in one ounce "bars" that it looked like hash and had very little if any apparent leaf or vegetable matter. It was tightly sealed in aluminum foil with an outer wrapping of Saran Wrap. The few people who were lucky enough to examine it up close were like, “WTF?” because it couldn’t be just plain weed. Not coming like that. What these lookers didn’t know, though, was the true surprise that the source of this smoke was handful of female plants that were not annuals. These mother plants were many years old and treasured by the few, rare individuals that had access to the herb they produced. Though I've never seen photos of multi-year plants from Colombia, my friend RCC sent me photos of a Thai tree with a sturdy trunk slightly larger in diameter than your forearm, with average height of approx. 16-18 feet. Standing alone along an agricultural field's wooded edge, a single plant looked very similar to a small stand of bamboo. It doesn’t necessarily mean a lack of vigor at the Equator when a plant grows beyond a year….or five.
One toke from a New York needle pin joint of Candybar was enough to send people falling down staircases, to start spinning so hard that they vomited, and to even lose their balance like my best friend who immediately passed out, fell forward into a brick wall, smashed his eyeglasses, and hit the cement - all before we could move from the same instantaneous freeze and time-stoppage induced by the one, hard-to-pull-from-the-pin joint hit that we each inhaled.
The time period helped the high. In 1974 when Candybar was selling for $100.00 an ounce in Phoenix, an outrageous price for those early days, very few people has smoked decent sinsemilla or had ever tasted this kind of highest quality, professional Colombian grower's personal stash weed. Peter, AKA Johnnie, and actually Gerardo, had people driving down 3 hours in the dark of night from Flagstaff just to grab one of the 3-5 bars being sold shortly after it arrived in Phoenix. Many were disappointed due to its absolute rarity and the general impossibility of getting even a 1/8 of an ounce, ever. Folks laughed when they heard about it. They just couldn’t relate without the experience. They had no reference point that was comparable. I’m sure many of the farmer bros out there reading this account can remember their first space dream and total wipeout.
He had tales of heavy intoxication from wherever he roamed. In Redway and Shelter Cove in Northern Cali he told me of sitting in the pitch-black Redwood forest on a summer night and listening to insect, animal, and sounds from "The Standing People" (trees). Yeah, sitting for 4 hours without barely moving. Now that's some zone. What territory.
Other times there were humorous stories of leaving pin joints in public places and following/watching the poor mental-patients-to-be as they blasted off instantly and lost their grip on the way. Much like the best highland Thai or other southeast Asian smoke that exhibited a SAM (Surface To Assassinated) missile speed. Victims who later swore that they had smoked herb spiked with LSD. Today, looking back, I'd compare it to a DMT blast, though not quite as psychedelic as a stunning combination of extremely high THC accompanied instantly by a wave or windblast of an even more intense CBD spin. And spin they did.
In the stashed Rasta section of Brooklyn’s Bed Stuy, Peter watched helplessly (yep, frozen in time) while a friend's girl tumbled down an entire wooden flight of Brownstone stairs. Once they could break free of Candybar's Tractor Beam they spent awhile tending to yet another casualty.
I remember several occasions when hipsters asked Johnnie what type of hash he was preparing. He used a razor blade to slice chunks or slices from the candy. Imagine, for you that can relate to what a “Chunky” candy bar was (is?), that you took two Chunky bars and lined them up touching, side-by-side. That was the general shape except it was not quite as thick. It smelled of warm dark humus, an earthy cannabis with a hint of fruit.
I never, ever smoked more than one hit at a time once I experienced the time-warp of 5 hours disappearing from a couple-three thin hits from a Ney York Needle pin joint. I laid wasted on the banks of Sycamore Canyon’s swim hole just below Laurie’s Cave wondering who I really was and when was I going to be able to, heyhey, think again. Only a few like Gerardo, George B., and Rob T. were perpetually motivated by Candybar and took off hiking for hours or drove a tractor in 100 degree heat all day under its spell. For most like myself it was paralyzing.
Second place (oh yes) goes to “Cartoon Weed”. Whatever it was, it was extremely predictable and intensely stony in its effects: you will be somewhere, probably in public, most likely in a place that you wish you weren’t, and totally lose it, laughing ridiculously until you cried. The release was enough to make some piss their pants, oh man.
I like that smoke a lot, too. It made life’s dream a magic, funny, shadow show.
Sounds like opium/black tar heroin with maybe a little weed to me on almost every description aside from name...
Yup that would be ounces of heroin...
Weed doesn't make you nauseous, fall down, etc whether it was a gram of pure kief or not, especially from one hit, and it definitely always looks like weed regardless of color...Opium/black tar is just like you described...No weed, period, in any point of history is having the effects/looks you describe which are 100% opium descriptions...down to the tinfoil wrapping...and increments of an ounce.
Heh...He was cashin in on a bunch of people had no idea what was up.
LOL
And my favorite:
I do often wonder when reading threads where people talk about the 60's-70's weed being so great if most ofem were simply smokin tar heh.
Yup that would be ounces of heroin...
Weed doesn't make you nauseous, fall down, etc whether it was a gram of pure kief or not, especially from one hit, and it definitely always looks like weed regardless of color...Opium/black tar is just like you described...No weed, period, in any point of history is having the effects/looks you describe which are 100% opium descriptions...down to the tinfoil wrapping...and increments of an ounce.
Heh...He was cashin in on a bunch of people had no idea what was up.
LOL
And my favorite:
I do often wonder when reading threads where people talk about the 60's-70's weed being so great if most ofem were simply smokin tar heh.
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He's replying to another post about very potent fermented black weed from south america. Always been skeptical about the stories of secretly laced weed, I think anyone selling opium laced weed would make sure to tell everyone to bump up the price.
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I saw lots of that brown/black sticky pressed brick weed in central and south america a couple years ago. Was told they spray with coca cola to make it sticky and smell sweet. I didn't smoke any
Disagree.
Now let me tell you why.
I have always been deeply interested in how cannabis and other entheogens affect people. It’s not a simple matter, one that can be reduced to merely saying,”I’m soooo wasted!” or “Look at her, she’s so stoned!” and then everyone has an equal grasp of what that means. Well, perhaps this is incorrect; on one hand you can say those things and be totally accurate. This is exactly my point. Semantics.
Disclaimer: I have seen ounces of Persian Tan and plain, old Opium, but have never had the nerve to sell any. I am merely a consumer.
First, let’s look at your proclamations:
- “Weed doesn’t make you nauseous, fall down, etc” – Wow, you must have a lot of experience in the field of watching other people’s reaction to various strengths of weed. Remember, we’re not talking about you or me. We’re talking about the effects rained down upon lightweights, novices, and newbies most likely. Seasoned tokers have done it all and even when they were first challenged by a specific herb’s magical power for the first time, they probably were able to get through it because they had enough similar smoking experiences under their belts.
- “ and it definitely always looks like weed regardless of color…” I guess you’ve never noticed that Moroccan Kief is blonde, Nepalese Temple Ball hash is black, and homegrown hand-rubbed resin is anywhere from greenish to brown. Oh, and real Panama Red is not exactly green but has a slight brownish cast, actual Colombian Gold is truly gold just like true Acapulco Gold, and Malawi cannabis can be a deep, dark brown depending upon the cure. And while buds are buds, there are many other cultural preparations that are at once kief, hash, resin, or dankly cured buds resembling none of the above. The dark Colombian weed I refer to as Candybar had a chunky, resiny, mashed up bud consistency that had been heavily pressed into its characteristic shape of a candy bar.
- “ No weed, period, in any point of history is having the effects/looks you
Describe which are 100% opium descriptions…down to the tinfoil
wrapping…and increments of an ounce”.
Firstly, have you ever smoked plain,old basic-grade Opium? Secondly, have you
ever smoked Persian Tan or a first-tier, smokeable heroin (usually called
“Opium” to appease the smokers not wanting to be thought of as smoking
Smack)? If not, you are not qualified to have this conversation or make your
previous forum statements. Period.
- “…down to the tin foil wrapping…and increments of an ounce.” Unless you
live in southeast Asia or have your own plantation, Opium, especially great stuff
that reaches our shores and has effects similar to the basic O, black tar, or
Persian Tan that I have partaken in, does not come in ounces, except to wealthy
dealers or the extremely rich kids who could afford the average $100-$500 a
gram price it demands. Lacing some Colombian weed with a little
bit of Opium, even smokeable smack, would push the price way beyond the
$100 an ounce, as outrageous as it was, for Candybar, back in 1974. I have
experience in this field, do you? Opium and smack are not sold in ounces, dude,
except to those in the trade, and they do not pass them along as the same.
Actions and actual results, by contrast, are not hypothetical. What is “stoned”, “wasted”, “wrecked”, or “blasted”? I appreciate your insight into the potency of Colombian Wacky Weed, however your analysis is wrong. If the herb had been mixed or coated with black tar heroin, some tan, or even a little opium, vomiting would have been more common instead of less, and it wasn’t. If you’ve had any experience in this field of inhalations I’m sure you would agree. I was merely stating one of the visible, recorded results, uncommon as it may have been, of this weed’s power on a certain human being. An instant spin and collapse was more frequent, though still unusual, though I personally witnessed a seasoned smoker fall face-forward into a wall and smash his glasses after one toke in addition to my friend Gerardo’s New York city reports of the same in a few cases. Still more frequent was a momentary loss of balance and the need to sit down, sort of an “Instant Couchlock”. This effect was responsible for the few, unlucky that tried to move too quickly after smoking, almost apologetically as if to show that they were OK and could handle the unknown that they were feeling, and then couldn’t negotiate stairs. Excuse me if it sounded like everyone experienced these effects, because they didn’t. I’m just reporting the far spectrum of what some weed can, and has, done. I find it fascinating.
And it’s not just that the 1960’s or 1970’s weed was more powerful than today’s strains, it’s actually quite to the contrary. It’s more likely that compared to the weed that had been available to most folks up to that time in local markets, the following second, third , or fourth waves of imported herb that hit the scene were significantly more stash and offered an actual quantum leap over the previous marketplace dope. Lightweights were blown away. Daily joint smokers had a zap awakening when 2 or 3 hits of this new herb had a stronger effect than a whole doobie of their ”usual”. People were smoking improved strains or were privy to previously tightly-held grower stashes and having an instant, intense, and overwhelming event for which they had no reference point in their previous experience. The effect was so quick and unusual that it took them by complete surprise. How that manifested itself in each individual’s reaction varied greatly, however I witnessed in a number of “test subjects” Candybar’s almost swift dissolving of balance and perfect cancelation of awareness of a person’s surroundings as primary responses. And no, it wasn’t DMT either…
The set and setting had an incredible impact on these reactions. Consider; you might have had this experience: being the first to have smoked and become accustomed to weed that was many, many levels stronger (whatever that means) than you had been accustomed to and then, at an opportune moment, turning your friends or relatives onto it and enjoying the show. Wasn’t their reaction intense and somewhat predictable and fun to behold? Didn’t any of them take a dive, go cold, or feel so far gone that they were paranoid or nauseous?
In 1974 the average Mexican, Colombian, or Panamanian smoke was getting stronger, slowly but surely. The loads coming in varied greatly in their strength of effects and random scores of dynamite weed were becoming more common, lifting smokers to new and exciting levels of “stoned-ness”. Everyone had a friend in the business and sooner or later they scored some “Primo” and were included in the chosen few that got to smoke on a higher (no pun intended) level. Still, when most folks smoked their first California homegrown or equivalent, that being their first truly high-THC weed, there was a fairly uniform response: an unfamiliar ass-kicking. Example: a newbie who went from level 1 schwag to level 9 homegrown after their first two or three smoking events. They just weren’t prepared for such a smackdown. As a analogy think of some indulgent person you knew back then that went from smoking weed to dropping acid daily within their first month of getting high. It happened in my world of acquaintances. What, you didn’t know anyone so inclined? My, what good company you keep.
The first time I turned my sister onto weed, her very first smoke ever, she pissed her panties from laughing so hard. Her reaction is far from typical, but I’ve seen it happen to men as well. By contrast, my ex-wife’s mom, upon smoking for the first time, merely ordered a huge dinner and chowed it down in half the time that it took for me to eat my equally large meal. She then ordered the same meal and gulped down this second feast without even thinking it was weird. She was just hungry! She was Stoned! The holy herb has many faces.
In 1978 my partner and I grew a large amount of Skunk #1 in a remote canyon along Arizona’s Mogollon Rim. We purchased our seeds direct from a source in Santa Cruz that shall remain confidential, but let’s just say that Sam_Skunkman knows who I mean because this mutual friend hand-delivered my order, 3,000 seeds, because it was the single largest order for Skunk#1 beans that he had ever taken. California homegrown was in full swing at that time and Cali folk were light-years ahead of most Americans when it came to savoring high-THC Kind. When we delivered our goods to market, locally in Phoenix to start, I witnessed smoke reactions that were not at all expected by those lucky enough to have sampled that harvest. These reactions were less intense than Candybar’s, but equally exciting to the consumers involved. No black tar or opium was involved either, just the subtle beauty of intentional genetics by New World sorcerers, yet I saw two tokes send a woman into walking across a nightclub dancefloor and right into a table full of drinks, taking it down while she tumbled head-first over it. Another event involved a stony driver at the wheel of a powerful Dodge Hemi that did circles across a wet highway and into the median ditch. I was in the back seat when that same driver suddenly awakened and snapped back to reality. He brightened to the awareness that cars were stopping and their passengers were running to our aid; thus he hit the gas and resumed with a punch our travels into the night. Was he stoned? Wasted? I had seen him smoke decent joints daily like cigarettes, however two tokes of Skunk#1, in 1980, turned his head around until he was no longer the man he thought he was.
Nice try, but no cigar. The people lining up for Candybar, and later for Skunk #1, knew better than everyone else that what they were buying and that it was beyond the beyond….at least at the time. Now we ignite genetically-tailored herb with 23% THC and lemony terpenoids surrounded by soft, mellow smoke, yet if we were to offer a street kid a hit, he might even pull something out of his bag even stronger.
It’s not a mirage that the historically reported effects of weed over time has changed because so have the reporters and the times themselves.
Now let me tell you why.
I have always been deeply interested in how cannabis and other entheogens affect people. It’s not a simple matter, one that can be reduced to merely saying,”I’m soooo wasted!” or “Look at her, she’s so stoned!” and then everyone has an equal grasp of what that means. Well, perhaps this is incorrect; on one hand you can say those things and be totally accurate. This is exactly my point. Semantics.
Disclaimer: I have seen ounces of Persian Tan and plain, old Opium, but have never had the nerve to sell any. I am merely a consumer.
First, let’s look at your proclamations:
- “Weed doesn’t make you nauseous, fall down, etc” – Wow, you must have a lot of experience in the field of watching other people’s reaction to various strengths of weed. Remember, we’re not talking about you or me. We’re talking about the effects rained down upon lightweights, novices, and newbies most likely. Seasoned tokers have done it all and even when they were first challenged by a specific herb’s magical power for the first time, they probably were able to get through it because they had enough similar smoking experiences under their belts.
- “ and it definitely always looks like weed regardless of color…” I guess you’ve never noticed that Moroccan Kief is blonde, Nepalese Temple Ball hash is black, and homegrown hand-rubbed resin is anywhere from greenish to brown. Oh, and real Panama Red is not exactly green but has a slight brownish cast, actual Colombian Gold is truly gold just like true Acapulco Gold, and Malawi cannabis can be a deep, dark brown depending upon the cure. And while buds are buds, there are many other cultural preparations that are at once kief, hash, resin, or dankly cured buds resembling none of the above. The dark Colombian weed I refer to as Candybar had a chunky, resiny, mashed up bud consistency that had been heavily pressed into its characteristic shape of a candy bar.
- “ No weed, period, in any point of history is having the effects/looks you
Describe which are 100% opium descriptions…down to the tinfoil
wrapping…and increments of an ounce”.
Firstly, have you ever smoked plain,old basic-grade Opium? Secondly, have you
ever smoked Persian Tan or a first-tier, smokeable heroin (usually called
“Opium” to appease the smokers not wanting to be thought of as smoking
Smack)? If not, you are not qualified to have this conversation or make your
previous forum statements. Period.
- “…down to the tin foil wrapping…and increments of an ounce.” Unless you
live in southeast Asia or have your own plantation, Opium, especially great stuff
that reaches our shores and has effects similar to the basic O, black tar, or
Persian Tan that I have partaken in, does not come in ounces, except to wealthy
dealers or the extremely rich kids who could afford the average $100-$500 a
gram price it demands. Lacing some Colombian weed with a little
bit of Opium, even smokeable smack, would push the price way beyond the
$100 an ounce, as outrageous as it was, for Candybar, back in 1974. I have
experience in this field, do you? Opium and smack are not sold in ounces, dude,
except to those in the trade, and they do not pass them along as the same.
Actions and actual results, by contrast, are not hypothetical. What is “stoned”, “wasted”, “wrecked”, or “blasted”? I appreciate your insight into the potency of Colombian Wacky Weed, however your analysis is wrong. If the herb had been mixed or coated with black tar heroin, some tan, or even a little opium, vomiting would have been more common instead of less, and it wasn’t. If you’ve had any experience in this field of inhalations I’m sure you would agree. I was merely stating one of the visible, recorded results, uncommon as it may have been, of this weed’s power on a certain human being. An instant spin and collapse was more frequent, though still unusual, though I personally witnessed a seasoned smoker fall face-forward into a wall and smash his glasses after one toke in addition to my friend Gerardo’s New York city reports of the same in a few cases. Still more frequent was a momentary loss of balance and the need to sit down, sort of an “Instant Couchlock”. This effect was responsible for the few, unlucky that tried to move too quickly after smoking, almost apologetically as if to show that they were OK and could handle the unknown that they were feeling, and then couldn’t negotiate stairs. Excuse me if it sounded like everyone experienced these effects, because they didn’t. I’m just reporting the far spectrum of what some weed can, and has, done. I find it fascinating.
And it’s not just that the 1960’s or 1970’s weed was more powerful than today’s strains, it’s actually quite to the contrary. It’s more likely that compared to the weed that had been available to most folks up to that time in local markets, the following second, third , or fourth waves of imported herb that hit the scene were significantly more stash and offered an actual quantum leap over the previous marketplace dope. Lightweights were blown away. Daily joint smokers had a zap awakening when 2 or 3 hits of this new herb had a stronger effect than a whole doobie of their ”usual”. People were smoking improved strains or were privy to previously tightly-held grower stashes and having an instant, intense, and overwhelming event for which they had no reference point in their previous experience. The effect was so quick and unusual that it took them by complete surprise. How that manifested itself in each individual’s reaction varied greatly, however I witnessed in a number of “test subjects” Candybar’s almost swift dissolving of balance and perfect cancelation of awareness of a person’s surroundings as primary responses. And no, it wasn’t DMT either…
The set and setting had an incredible impact on these reactions. Consider; you might have had this experience: being the first to have smoked and become accustomed to weed that was many, many levels stronger (whatever that means) than you had been accustomed to and then, at an opportune moment, turning your friends or relatives onto it and enjoying the show. Wasn’t their reaction intense and somewhat predictable and fun to behold? Didn’t any of them take a dive, go cold, or feel so far gone that they were paranoid or nauseous?
In 1974 the average Mexican, Colombian, or Panamanian smoke was getting stronger, slowly but surely. The loads coming in varied greatly in their strength of effects and random scores of dynamite weed were becoming more common, lifting smokers to new and exciting levels of “stoned-ness”. Everyone had a friend in the business and sooner or later they scored some “Primo” and were included in the chosen few that got to smoke on a higher (no pun intended) level. Still, when most folks smoked their first California homegrown or equivalent, that being their first truly high-THC weed, there was a fairly uniform response: an unfamiliar ass-kicking. Example: a newbie who went from level 1 schwag to level 9 homegrown after their first two or three smoking events. They just weren’t prepared for such a smackdown. As a analogy think of some indulgent person you knew back then that went from smoking weed to dropping acid daily within their first month of getting high. It happened in my world of acquaintances. What, you didn’t know anyone so inclined? My, what good company you keep.
The first time I turned my sister onto weed, her very first smoke ever, she pissed her panties from laughing so hard. Her reaction is far from typical, but I’ve seen it happen to men as well. By contrast, my ex-wife’s mom, upon smoking for the first time, merely ordered a huge dinner and chowed it down in half the time that it took for me to eat my equally large meal. She then ordered the same meal and gulped down this second feast without even thinking it was weird. She was just hungry! She was Stoned! The holy herb has many faces.
In 1978 my partner and I grew a large amount of Skunk #1 in a remote canyon along Arizona’s Mogollon Rim. We purchased our seeds direct from a source in Santa Cruz that shall remain confidential, but let’s just say that Sam_Skunkman knows who I mean because this mutual friend hand-delivered my order, 3,000 seeds, because it was the single largest order for Skunk#1 beans that he had ever taken. California homegrown was in full swing at that time and Cali folk were light-years ahead of most Americans when it came to savoring high-THC Kind. When we delivered our goods to market, locally in Phoenix to start, I witnessed smoke reactions that were not at all expected by those lucky enough to have sampled that harvest. These reactions were less intense than Candybar’s, but equally exciting to the consumers involved. No black tar or opium was involved either, just the subtle beauty of intentional genetics by New World sorcerers, yet I saw two tokes send a woman into walking across a nightclub dancefloor and right into a table full of drinks, taking it down while she tumbled head-first over it. Another event involved a stony driver at the wheel of a powerful Dodge Hemi that did circles across a wet highway and into the median ditch. I was in the back seat when that same driver suddenly awakened and snapped back to reality. He brightened to the awareness that cars were stopping and their passengers were running to our aid; thus he hit the gas and resumed with a punch our travels into the night. Was he stoned? Wasted? I had seen him smoke decent joints daily like cigarettes, however two tokes of Skunk#1, in 1980, turned his head around until he was no longer the man he thought he was.
Nice try, but no cigar. The people lining up for Candybar, and later for Skunk #1, knew better than everyone else that what they were buying and that it was beyond the beyond….at least at the time. Now we ignite genetically-tailored herb with 23% THC and lemony terpenoids surrounded by soft, mellow smoke, yet if we were to offer a street kid a hit, he might even pull something out of his bag even stronger.
It’s not a mirage that the historically reported effects of weed over time has changed because so have the reporters and the times themselves.
Hi Madjag
I think I smoked some of your SK1 back then, lol.
I thought it was real good. That's saying a lot too, as I had the best Mexican imports at the time, and weed from Paradise and Arivaca too.
I never had any Candybar, never heard of it, but there was a "Black Cambodian" from Paradise that would surprise guys used to the best Mex.
I think I smoked some of your SK1 back then, lol.
I thought it was real good. That's saying a lot too, as I had the best Mexican imports at the time, and weed from Paradise and Arivaca too.
I never had any Candybar, never heard of it, but there was a "Black Cambodian" from Paradise that would surprise guys used to the best Mex.
Madjag your story is about opium/tar not weed and the ridiculous story looks even more ridiculous to the people who want this shit illegal.
No amount of kief much less the various hashes are going to do the type of things you state repeatedly to people, or look like tar (unless it was someones first experience, and I've only seen laughter fits). This wasn't just new people as you yourself were gettin hammered time and again, as you state, off just one pin needle worth, one toke or two,of what was supposed to be THC? Sorry, don't buy it and when people say things like this about THC it makes all the people who have no clue about weed think the scary government stories they've heard seem true.
I am quite sure the effects were really as strong as you state...opium is and always will be still traded in the states by Arabs to Americans and black tar will always be imported from Mexico by the truckload cuz it makes more money than raw. In 1979 100$ was a lot and heroin was cheap as shit...so was opium and much more widely available. Pounds of weed can still be had for 150$-200$ near the border...100$ an ounce in 79 for what was clearly not indoor hydro is A LOT of money and clearly this was at wholesale number given the identity of who you were buying from...
I am not accusing you of lying whatsoever as I am sure it is all true, but I can't help but question given the description. Especially since weed is completely anti-nausea unless eating too much...Never have been able to get any negative effects aside from dry mouth smokin...That's my dissent other people can decide I am not here to beat a dead horse and said my
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0765429/
No amount of kief much less the various hashes are going to do the type of things you state repeatedly to people, or look like tar (unless it was someones first experience, and I've only seen laughter fits). This wasn't just new people as you yourself were gettin hammered time and again, as you state, off just one pin needle worth, one toke or two,of what was supposed to be THC? Sorry, don't buy it and when people say things like this about THC it makes all the people who have no clue about weed think the scary government stories they've heard seem true.
I am quite sure the effects were really as strong as you state...opium is and always will be still traded in the states by Arabs to Americans and black tar will always be imported from Mexico by the truckload cuz it makes more money than raw. In 1979 100$ was a lot and heroin was cheap as shit...so was opium and much more widely available. Pounds of weed can still be had for 150$-200$ near the border...100$ an ounce in 79 for what was clearly not indoor hydro is A LOT of money and clearly this was at wholesale number given the identity of who you were buying from...
I am not accusing you of lying whatsoever as I am sure it is all true, but I can't help but question given the description. Especially since weed is completely anti-nausea unless eating too much...Never have been able to get any negative effects aside from dry mouth smokin...That's my dissent other people can decide I am not here to beat a dead horse and said my
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0765429/
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http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0089087/Madjag your story is about opium/tar not weed and the ridiculous story looks even more ridiculous to the people who want this shit illegal.
No amount of kief much less the various hashes are going to do the type of things you state repeatedly to people, or look like tar (unless it was someones first experience, and I've only seen laughter fits). This wasn't just new people as you yourself were gettin hammered time and again, as you state, off just one pin needle worth, one toke or two,of what was supposed to be THC? Sorry, don't buy it and when people say things like this about THC it makes all the people who have no clue about weed think the scary government stories they've heard seem true.
I am quite sure the effects were really as strong as you state...opium is and always will be still traded in the states by Arabs to Americans and black tar will always be imported from Mexico by the truckload cuz it makes more money than raw. In 1979 100$ was a lot and heroin was cheap as shit...so was opium and much more widely available. Pounds of weed can still be had for 150$-200$ near the border...100$ an ounce in 79 for what was clearly not indoor hydro is A LOT of money and clearly this was at wholesale number given the identity of who you were buying from...
I am not accusing you of lying whatsoever as I am sure it is all true, but I can't help but question given the description. Especially since weed is completely anti-nausea unless eating too much...Never have been able to get any negative effects aside from dry mouth smokin...That's my dissent other people can decide I am not here to beat a dead horse and said my
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0765429/
The link is broken because there is a space and I am sure that is a movie worth watching. I figured out how to fix the link and went to it, but others may not and we all have things of value worth saying so fix it for the others. I will try to find it in online and buy it.
So, thanks, will check it out.
So, thanks, will check it out.
Madjag your story is about opium/tar not weed and the ridiculous story looks even more ridiculous to the people who want this shit illegal.
No amount of kief much less the various hashes are going to do the type of things you state repeatedly to people, or look like tar (unless it was someones first experience, and I've only seen laughter fits). This wasn't just new people as you yourself were gettin hammered time and again, as you state, off just one pin needle worth, one toke or two,of what was supposed to be THC? Sorry, don't buy it and when people say things like this about THC it makes all the people who have no clue about weed think the scary government stories they've heard seem true.
I am quite sure the effects were really as strong as you state...opium is and always will be still traded in the states by Arabs to Americans and black tar will always be imported from Mexico by the truckload cuz it makes more money than raw. In 1979 100$ was a lot and heroin was cheap as shit...so was opium and much more widely available. Pounds of weed can still be had for 150$-200$ near the border...100$ an ounce in 79 for what was clearly not indoor hydro is A LOT of money and clearly this was at wholesale number given the identity of who you were buying from...
I am not accusing you of lying whatsoever as I am sure it is all true, but I can't help but question given the description. Especially since weed is completely anti-nausea unless eating too much...Never have been able to get any negative effects aside from dry mouth smokin...That's my dissent other people can decide I am not here to beat a dead horse and said my
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0765429/
Every so often, extra potent weed does make it into the commercial market and makes waves, percentage of hospital visits due to weed smoking etc go up...
These samples usually come from masterful guerrilla growers in 3rd world countries who's expertise and growing techniques far surpass that of the average western indoor grower.
There has been rare shipments of black compressed "jungle weed" from Africa, which was often called "congo black" though this could be marketing and could have easily be from Durban or Malawi IMO...This stuff was devastating, my dad has told me first hand accounts of pinner joints getting 4 people wrecked, you could do nothing except stare into space and trip out for hours and when you begin coming down you raid the fridge, then sleep, and if you slept in the afternoon/daytime you would not wake up till your usual time the next morning!
You did not feel like smoking it everyday.
Yea without someone doing a spot (field) test for smack I just think they were cutting the tar or opium with weed like they usually do, because obviously weed is extremely similar high wise (opium is WAY more magnified and significantly higher body buzz) other than nausea/loss of equilibrium/drowsiness opium induces to to first time smokers...If anyone in the market ever offered me anything as described I would objectively respond in the same manner as I did here and would be unconvinced without a field test showing it is just THC.
Most people who do opiates of that magnitude for the first time get extremely nauseous and pass out, fall down...if you have a tolerance it just really fucks you up. You will stare and do nothing for hours and hours...
In Polanski's Oliver Twist when the kid takes a swig of opium tea for the first time there is a reason all equilibrium goes and he falls down a passes out. That is just what it does in whatever form it is ingested to people with low tolerance.
When we are talkin pin needles, we are talking micrograms, and I have yet to be convinced of any THC that is effective at the microgram level, especially to the extent espoused...
Most people who do opiates of that magnitude for the first time get extremely nauseous and pass out, fall down...if you have a tolerance it just really fucks you up. You will stare and do nothing for hours and hours...
In Polanski's Oliver Twist when the kid takes a swig of opium tea for the first time there is a reason all equilibrium goes and he falls down a passes out. That is just what it does in whatever form it is ingested to people with low tolerance.
When we are talkin pin needles, we are talking micrograms, and I have yet to be convinced of any THC that is effective at the microgram level, especially to the extent espoused...
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Madjag are you really in Sonora?
Anyway I and many others have experienced nausea associated with smoking and its very commonplace. Its just a rapid change in your head. Like after a bong rip that sends you reeling your have a bit of anxiety that comes with that sudden change of consciousness.
People who get nauseous when they are anxious often feel nauseous when they are high too. I've seen lots of people vomit after a bong rip of hash or what ever.
That being said I do find MadJags story hard to believe. Perhaps embellished a bit.
There are folks right here in several states who have never smoked any weed. Then go to a dispensary and smoke hashes and oils of a potency and purity and made from a quality of product that was simply non existent thirty years ago. Yet people usually don't piss themselves, unable to walk up stairs, etc. They might have a panic attack and vomit, or even demand to be taken to the hospital. But that is really all a panic attack triggered by marijuana. Not the effects of marijuana.
Much less to have gotten that high off of one hit of what by your own description is marijuana that has been so badly mishandled and has fermented to the point that the vegetable material is no longer even distinguishable is pretty hard to believe.
No offense meant. Just based off of my experience as a younger person from a generation that has seen lots of new smokers introduced to medical grade weed its seems hard to believe that fermented brick weed without adulterants would have had such effects even on first time smokers.
Anyway I and many others have experienced nausea associated with smoking and its very commonplace. Its just a rapid change in your head. Like after a bong rip that sends you reeling your have a bit of anxiety that comes with that sudden change of consciousness.
People who get nauseous when they are anxious often feel nauseous when they are high too. I've seen lots of people vomit after a bong rip of hash or what ever.
That being said I do find MadJags story hard to believe. Perhaps embellished a bit.
There are folks right here in several states who have never smoked any weed. Then go to a dispensary and smoke hashes and oils of a potency and purity and made from a quality of product that was simply non existent thirty years ago. Yet people usually don't piss themselves, unable to walk up stairs, etc. They might have a panic attack and vomit, or even demand to be taken to the hospital. But that is really all a panic attack triggered by marijuana. Not the effects of marijuana.
Much less to have gotten that high off of one hit of what by your own description is marijuana that has been so badly mishandled and has fermented to the point that the vegetable material is no longer even distinguishable is pretty hard to believe.
No offense meant. Just based off of my experience as a younger person from a generation that has seen lots of new smokers introduced to medical grade weed its seems hard to believe that fermented brick weed without adulterants would have had such effects even on first time smokers.
The point I'm trying to make here... is that there there ain't no point to it. Thats all it is. Because there ain't no point. You didn't ask to come here and you sure can't choose how to leave. You don't know when you're going to go. So don't take this shit serious now. You better have some fun and plenty of it. Because when the shit is over and you ask for a refund its too late. All I can tell you is to keep some sunshine on your face. -Mudbone
Excellent thoughts...this is how I live my life. Thanks Motaco, I knew right away that I'd like your spirit.
"I can resist anything except temptation" - Oscar Wilde
"You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough" - William Blake
"Between living and dreaming there is a third thing.
Guess it." - Antonio Machado
I live in the upper Sonoran desert near one of Arizona's beautiful "Sky Islands". I became a farmer in 1976 and with a little help from my friends, as illustrated by the seed envelope above, I helped introduce Afghani#1 and Skunk #1 to the Arizona scene after a few years of learning the ropes with a few other Michoacan, Hawaiian, and Colombian lines. I have several hundred slides from those growing years that I plan to digitalize and post later.
Thanks for your comments and thanks to the others on the thread that have posted their thoughts on Candybar.
And as you mentioned that Mudbone said, there is no point, so make your own.
Excellent thoughts...this is how I live my life. Thanks Motaco, I knew right away that I'd like your spirit.
"I can resist anything except temptation" - Oscar Wilde
"You never know what is enough until you know what is more than enough" - William Blake
"Between living and dreaming there is a third thing.
Guess it." - Antonio Machado
I live in the upper Sonoran desert near one of Arizona's beautiful "Sky Islands". I became a farmer in 1976 and with a little help from my friends, as illustrated by the seed envelope above, I helped introduce Afghani#1 and Skunk #1 to the Arizona scene after a few years of learning the ropes with a few other Michoacan, Hawaiian, and Colombian lines. I have several hundred slides from those growing years that I plan to digitalize and post later.
Thanks for your comments and thanks to the others on the thread that have posted their thoughts on Candybar.
And as you mentioned that Mudbone said, there is no point, so make your own.
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Early water?
Early water?
Opium Soaked Herb
An element was added to certain shipments of Thai herb in the 70's: "early water." A by-product of the heroin trade, early water was the leftover water used to create the heroin from the raw opium. It contained all of the constituents of opium except most of the heroin.
The curing Thai herb was soaked in the water and redried to absorb the opiate alkaloids. The result was a high that was sought out by some, but more than most bargained for. A good wash was an enjoyable thing, but some were over-laced, which caused a dilemma for those who would start spinning after a few hits on a joint.
Early water?
Opium Soaked Herb
An element was added to certain shipments of Thai herb in the 70's: "early water." A by-product of the heroin trade, early water was the leftover water used to create the heroin from the raw opium. It contained all of the constituents of opium except most of the heroin.
The curing Thai herb was soaked in the water and redried to absorb the opiate alkaloids. The result was a high that was sought out by some, but more than most bargained for. A good wash was an enjoyable thing, but some were over-laced, which caused a dilemma for those who would start spinning after a few hits on a joint.
Opium Soaked Herb
An element was added to certain shipments of Thai herb in the 70's: "early water." A by-product of the heroin trade, early water was the leftover water used to create the heroin from the raw opium. It contained all of the constituents of opium except most of the heroin.
The curing Thai herb was soaked in the water and redried to absorb the opiate alkaloids. The result was a high that was sought out by some, but more than most bargained for. A good wash was an enjoyable thing, but some were over-laced, which caused a dilemma for those who would start spinning after a few hits on a joint.
I'll corroborate the above.........and I'd like to bounce something off y'all that I've touched upon in another thread.
I just culled a Candy Kush from my lineup ......keep in mind that I've been at this a long time and am rather a Sativa fiend , I'm aware of and have encountered the " speed weed" effect prior to this , and I've culled strains before for said effect , but * never* to the point of taking a hammer to the seeds I created and chopping fully finished plants and tossing them on the brush burn pile for my orchard *completely* unharvested along with *all* product , and yes they were MANY other reasons to cull it but the effect was primary...........speed weed from hel , in point of absolute *fact* I understated it when I categorised it as a bad acid trip in smokeable form , nor did I overstate the case when I said that it can leave grown men huddled in a corner alternately crying for mommy and lashing out , and it will make folks puke out of pure anxiety.
Clone only cut to be avoided at all costs.
Now here is my question , though I don't believe the purported genetics for several reasons they are allegedly ( dependent as usual on whom you believe) a 'Wreck cross over and OG/Bubblegum/Cotton Candy/Bubblicious...........if that WERE so then where in the hell did the massive " speed weed" overeffect come from? I do a lot of 'Wreck and 'Wreck crosses and I've never seen/smoked/had one with that sort of effect.
And I'm not bullshitting here , there is nobody in the world that I hate enough to pass this stuff onto , it ALL goes on the burn pile product an all.
So what's y'alls opinion? True genetic freak , one in a trillion impossibly horrible gene combo ? What?
edit: as I said in the other thread I crossed this twice , once to my Rhino stuff and once to a doubled Afghan and achieved ZERO change in pheno or effect , the Rhino made the speed effect worse.
Any insight on this?
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