orange sunshine or purple microdot...late 60's both had extremely high mic counts...there was one time in the john at work i lit up a joint of thai stick and couldn't find my way out of the joint! had to have a co-worker lead me to the door.
LSD combined with Ecstacy late 90's...in the woods some summers day/starry night. Bag of homegrown (half ounce) gifted to us before hand! Boy was that fun!!!
What I want to know is...what strains available today have the desired 'good times' profile we're all talking about?
Every year in the fall when the first real cool breeze blows in from the North and begins pushing the seemingly endless Texas summer away. I just sit and enjoy the buzz and the breeze.
I forget who said it but they were commenting on the worlds best weed. Saying something like - What ever you have at the time is the best weed in the world because its what you have now. Everything else is memories or dreams (past - future)
So I do conclude that the best buzz is the one I have now in the present. The rest dont matter
Awwww now YP, yeah any buzz is better than none.. but they're not memorable all the time. My first was like I said previously.. creeeper as fuck, red faced, chinese eyes and laughing my ass off at everything. If we could only go back
Shrooms were the best buzz ever. Zen like state of being after the first hour which was a bit rough letting go. Body kinda went numb and the shrooms were not stomach friendly. Had to have a lot of cigs on hand for the trip. Would sit and smoke and think cigs were the most wonderful thing in the world, also a lot of water.I got a kit in 1979 they sold mail order, mycelium and sterile brown rice in jars. Transferred the fungus into the jars, put the lid on and waited a few weeks.
Mail order trips.....That legal loophole was closed soon after. I was getting a bit spacey with all the highs such as LSD, speed etc. I was doing and quit anything but a little pot after that. I think cannabis is very safe compared to any other substance and plan to continue smoking for life. I quit everything for 20 years and a couple years back decided I had maybe been wrong to quit herb. In my youth I could not manage and moderate things well and blamed the weed and the rest for some of my dumb actions.
best buzz was when i was younger and woke up after surgery. i awoke, and the doc and my family was there, and he first mentioned the dilaudid push button drip i had. i pressed it....he started to talk about the surgery, i totally zoned him out, grabbed the remote, turned on the tv to cartoon network. ohh man. that was my first taste of the good stuff
best pot buzz was graduation week in college - all my best buddies, hot women, beer and non stop parties! I scored a quarter pound of the stickiest, piniest giggle weed I'd ever had and we made that go away fairly quickly
Best trip was shrooms we picked early one Saturday morning. Luckily a couple of my good friends had done shrooms before so we stocked the house with food & water and adjusted the curtains, lights and music before we started. I don't remember eating much food, but that particular trip was the best - hours of tripping and laughing with good friends and great music.
My best friend growing up came home from the service around 83 with a wooden crate about 10" x 12" x 8" inside he had these ornate candles he said were made by the local monks .he pulls one out hands it to me & says check it out . i really didn't care much (its friggin candles, big deal right ?) he pulls one out & I notice hes got a big shit eatin grin on his face , he pulls out his knife & cuts about 2" off the bottom of the candle , & he digs out a fukin 50 gram chunk of the sweetest black hash i've ever seen . he brought home six candles each with a 50 or so gram chunk in each , he had black , red & blonde hash . we were in heaven for about 3 months . every time i hear about black hash i get like homer simpson lookin at a doughnut .......drool rollin down my chin & a shit eatin grin on my face ...... luv the BH
When I was in HS, I was skiing at our local hill and I share a lift with this dude. He was wearing a buckskin jacket, a cowboy hat and had and a big cheezy 70's porn star moustache. He pulls out a doobie has a few puffs and passes it over to me. I had only tried weed a few times and LIKED it so I took a good hit.
The run down the hill was the best ever. It was like floating on a cloud.
it´s hard to remember, like retro wrote there has been so many. but a couple a months ago a god friend came by, we don´t se each other that much, and we ligth one up 10 min after he came. we where laughing our asses off for like 2 hours, we felt almost euphoric at the same time. i just think it was a combo between god company, mood and some grapefuit
My first buzz was with Jimmy “Corky” W----, a high school pal. It was senior year, right before I turned 17, after the last home football game. Corky had pulled into the post-game pizza joint parking lot in Muggsy, his cherry 66 Mustang coupe, and stopped alongside myself and and friend and uttered the now hallowed line: “Tamoose, get in the car. Let’s go blow a doob.” Although I had known Cork since 8th grade, I had never hung out with him much, and I had only been around pot a handful of times. Even so, I was feeling adventurous, so I bid my homie adieu and jumped in the car. Jim drove directly to a vacant field by our high school and he rolled two fatties of Columbian Redbud, which both resembled Popeye's arms, and complained it was going for the absurd price of $30 per ounce. Although I protested that I did not smoke weed, Corky countered that I hung around with some stoners, therefore I must partake……and besides, he pointed out, “You did get in the car, Tamoose.” Point made, joint smoked, nothing felt. Corky was perplexed, even indignant, at my lack of orbit, especially since he looked very much like a torn up Buddha at the time. The next joint was burnt with him coaching me through the proper way to smoke, inhaling and holding, the dialogue of which should go into a movie some day……we drove around for a bit, then to a party at a classmate’s house. When I opened the car door and stood up, I experienced the most massive head rush of my life and fell down on the ground in someone’s front lawn. Corky came around the car and began to point and giggle at me…..then I began to giggle at this overweight bastard jiggling, standing over me laughing like an idiot….then I called him a fat fucker and his big ass fell down and we broke out into fits of tear-laden, completely uncontrollable laughter. I remember an acquaintance walking up to us and asking what was so funny, and then shaking his head and walking away when we could not even answer him. And just as soon as we would stop laughing, we would start all over again. It took about a half hour to regain enough composure to go inside the party. I have laughed like that maybe a handful of times in my life.
Good times.....of course, the blueberry I'm hitting right now is REALLY good too.