Join Date: Jul 2017
Looks like, due to a room cleaning maneuver, the potential pollen has been ousted, and I may have already hacked that male too much for him to do any more. So the feeble attempt at breeding is probably nixed.
That's unfortunate because the Mekong High is quite an impressive plant.
I guess it's down to experiencing strains and maybe find some favorites. Who am I to judge anything that might be world class, or close, or whatever, if I really don't know what they are to begin with?
I thought breeding was Dutch, and only recently found out it's more from California. Ok...well in "early times", there was Haze, which, I don't believe I've ever smelled anything that resembles fruit...also, Skunk, which was the only thing I heard people talk about.
In my rubish terminology, Skunk is simply anything with that smell. I can't say if it has anything to do with Skunk #1, or something far from it that has enough Afghan to generate the pungency, but I do remember finding it a long time ago.
One of the first times I was able to buy it, turns out that one of those guys' dad sold crystal meth to Mikhail Baryshnikov (the dancer). Weird, but ok.
Spain was nothing in those days. One of the only chicks I've ever known to get a breast reduction, which was understandable, cause hers pretty much stacked on her belt, had been in Spain for about a year in the mid 80s. Said there wasn't actually cannabis, but people rolled hash into cigarettes. So I doubt strains were particularly well known in Spain at that time.
Bit further along, I remember skunk from New York twice--once from a guy who randomly came through a car wash. Another was from the skins, and here's what happened with that stuff. Kreator came through, I can't remember what tour but around 1990-91 and...well, the bag's effect on me caused me to pursue a skirt, which is what I went off and did. My friends stuck around and were able to go on the bus to smoke out Mille and the band. The German world-touring opinion at the time, was: "We love American weed, it's better than hash!"
Hard to draw a direct conclusion, but, at least, it points in the direction that, whatever we would have considered good quality back then, would have been impressive anywhere.
The last time I had a really good skunk smelling thing, it was in a bag, in a bag, in the glove compartment of a car with the windows rolled up. I could smell it unmistakingly as soon as I stepped outside. It was like a gob of white goo with bits of green and purple stuck to it. It came from that well-known cannabis hotspot, Utah.
Extremely strong, it was almost literal paralysis. Maybe the strongest I ever had in this country. I've had California and Colorado "something", and, yes, a lot of downer weed makes you feel like not doing much, but the Utah was more like, you put the bowl down and you're finished. You just stop moving. Staring at the wall is fine, because you're too out of your gourd to have any idea that you are staring at the wall. A small activity like reading, or paying attention to something, is out of the question. You'd have a better chance of counting to one sometime later on. None of that bothers you, because it feels so great, nothing like a mind or an activity could possibly make it any better.
I rarely got any sativa. One of the last times, I met someone new at a public place and while I was waiting...out of nowhere, the Strawberry Cough guy zings around the corner and drove right to me. Tried to sell me a selection of things other than weed, so, that was the last time we spoke. I wound up getting a bag of lanky, fluffy buds that were so light, a quarter filled the bag with only the flap folded over. I suppose that was some kind of sativa.
So even though I...can't legitimately attach a name to anything from the U. S. in over thirty years, I understand potency/effects at least a little bit, or enough to try to sort them.