Painting a Picture with Words?
Painting a Picture with Words?
Wow, great thread. Thanks for sharing everyone.
I remember some of those old publications. The Richard Evans Schultz book, Plants of the Gods or something like that, was the first marijuana book I ever bought. That picture of him kneeling next to an Afghani Indica, near Kandahar I think, is amazing.
I wish I had some pictures to contribute. All I got are memories.
It blows my mind that many people say that those pictures of buds from strains long ago look like crap (schwag). People used to have a phrase for what they thought was good looking bud, “green bud”. Man, green is the last color I want to see in my buds.
When I was young and first started smoking in the late 60s and early 70s almost all bud had a seed or two and often much more. Seeds did not seem to have any bearing on the quality of the high at all, unless you accidentally rolled one up in a joint. Some of the best Columbian I ever had looked dark brown, almost black, and was loaded with seeds. I remember smoking a skinny joint with two friends and going to see the movie MASH when it first came out in the theater. I lifted a bud from my brother, and had no idea how good it was. We barely made it from the car to the theater from almost not being able to stand. Devastating! Not in an indica tired way, but discombobulated physically, but somehow able to float to where we needed to go. It was dreamy.
On the other hand, the first sensimilla I ever had was a bit green. Almost nobody today would ever think it looked good. Back then, most high grade weed was bricked and had seeds and stems. A pound would fit in a couple of gallon zip lock bags. My first sensimilla was Jamaican Ganja. I think we pronounced it ganj, with the “a” being silent. Perhaps that is how it is supposed to be pronounced. I don’t know.
The pound of Jamaican Ganja filled a 30 gallon garbage bag about a third of the way. I have no idea how it got to the Midwestern United States. It was the airiest and fluffiest weed I ever saw. Good gosh, that weed was trippy and made me paranoid! It was an adrenaline filled thrill ride. “Live Wire” stuff. Perhaps it was too green.
I don’t believe we got much of the weed from Mexico. Sorry I missed out on that smoke. The only other sensimilla we got were the Thai Sticks. If I had those Thai Sticks now, took them off the stick, and tossed them in a baggie, I bet no one would even bother to try it, much less buy any. In my opinion, Thai was the best of all. It would be a bit of a thrill ride for the first hour, but then I would settle into a happy way of “seeing” the world differently. Eyes open barely, but eagerly consuming the colors of the brightly lit world. My teeth and spine would vibrate pleasantly. I swear this is the source of the phrase “good vibrations”.
I then moved to California in the late 70s and stayed until the early 80s. There is where I found the first homegrown I ever smoked that was actually great weed. It was all sensimilla from then on, and most of it green. I had been growing casually now and again since I first started smoking, but I never harvested anything decent. When I first saw that it could be done successfully in the U.S., I started some serious attempts.
The sad truth is, after all these years I only have had five or six strains pass through my possession at one time or another that I was able to grow in a way that produced truly great weed. Over time, I have lost them all, but I continue to search for my next success.
All the Best,
ThaiBliss
Painting a Picture with Words?
Wow, great thread. Thanks for sharing everyone.
I remember some of those old publications. The Richard Evans Schultz book, Plants of the Gods or something like that, was the first marijuana book I ever bought. That picture of him kneeling next to an Afghani Indica, near Kandahar I think, is amazing.
I wish I had some pictures to contribute. All I got are memories.
It blows my mind that many people say that those pictures of buds from strains long ago look like crap (schwag). People used to have a phrase for what they thought was good looking bud, “green bud”. Man, green is the last color I want to see in my buds.
When I was young and first started smoking in the late 60s and early 70s almost all bud had a seed or two and often much more. Seeds did not seem to have any bearing on the quality of the high at all, unless you accidentally rolled one up in a joint. Some of the best Columbian I ever had looked dark brown, almost black, and was loaded with seeds. I remember smoking a skinny joint with two friends and going to see the movie MASH when it first came out in the theater. I lifted a bud from my brother, and had no idea how good it was. We barely made it from the car to the theater from almost not being able to stand. Devastating! Not in an indica tired way, but discombobulated physically, but somehow able to float to where we needed to go. It was dreamy.
On the other hand, the first sensimilla I ever had was a bit green. Almost nobody today would ever think it looked good. Back then, most high grade weed was bricked and had seeds and stems. A pound would fit in a couple of gallon zip lock bags. My first sensimilla was Jamaican Ganja. I think we pronounced it ganj, with the “a” being silent. Perhaps that is how it is supposed to be pronounced. I don’t know.
The pound of Jamaican Ganja filled a 30 gallon garbage bag about a third of the way. I have no idea how it got to the Midwestern United States. It was the airiest and fluffiest weed I ever saw. Good gosh, that weed was trippy and made me paranoid! It was an adrenaline filled thrill ride. “Live Wire” stuff. Perhaps it was too green.
I don’t believe we got much of the weed from Mexico. Sorry I missed out on that smoke. The only other sensimilla we got were the Thai Sticks. If I had those Thai Sticks now, took them off the stick, and tossed them in a baggie, I bet no one would even bother to try it, much less buy any. In my opinion, Thai was the best of all. It would be a bit of a thrill ride for the first hour, but then I would settle into a happy way of “seeing” the world differently. Eyes open barely, but eagerly consuming the colors of the brightly lit world. My teeth and spine would vibrate pleasantly. I swear this is the source of the phrase “good vibrations”.
I then moved to California in the late 70s and stayed until the early 80s. There is where I found the first homegrown I ever smoked that was actually great weed. It was all sensimilla from then on, and most of it green. I had been growing casually now and again since I first started smoking, but I never harvested anything decent. When I first saw that it could be done successfully in the U.S., I started some serious attempts.
The sad truth is, after all these years I only have had five or six strains pass through my possession at one time or another that I was able to grow in a way that produced truly great weed. Over time, I have lost them all, but I continue to search for my next success.
All the Best,
ThaiBliss
colombian sinsemilla 
