Join Date: Jul 2017
Rainy day digression incoming.
There have been showers, but so far, everything has fallen beneath the power in the forecasts. The ones to watch are probably where you find an hours' advance notice of 35 mph+ winds, heavy rain, quarter sized hail...something like that would definitely trigger protection mode.
From reading older threads, it looks like (~10 years ago) you were mostly stuck pouring significant cash into a single pack of seeds, and then it was kind of hit-or-miss on the whole crop, as to whether any of it was worth the time. The newer business model of being able to get as little as a single seed, offers a lot of advantages to someone like me, having missed out on the whole "strain development" process in more tolerant places.
We almost did that. Almost just got a bunch of White Skunk (White Widow x Skunk), because those were the only things we could really tie names to, and that we knew we liked. Skunk is old and reliable, but I remember the onset of White Widow as being the thing that upped the trichome density, and got the good word of someone I knew, who never messed with average brick or raggy outdoor smoke, so I took that as a good tip.
I made it to Amsterdam in 2001. Can't remember the name of the place I stayed, but it was right behind the Concertgebouw, which is itself across the field from the Rijksmuseum. I can't remember the coffee shop either, but it was through the gate of the museum, and then maybe a mile or so up the road, somewhat to the left past the Queen's palace.
Being American, when they offered me bags of around 1,8 grams, I expected a few crumbs and dust, because that's all we ever get from something that small. So it was already an eye-opener to receive something fat and pine-conish. I snatched a handful of the larger papers common in Europe and headed to a table. It was around 11 a. m. and so the place wasn't very busy. No distractions from whatever it was going to do.
Firstly it was nice that the bag was more than enough to fill a large paper. When I fired it up, there was American classic rock coming out of the speakers, and the coffee house construction was approximately 1940s wooden build, which was similar to a house I once lived in. And, at first, it felt like, I've traveled halfway around the world, to feel like I'm right at home.
Well, I don't have a great linear memory--can't say the names of the places I was--but I have a pretty good geometric memory, and could probably follow the same path today. Plus, going through foreign lands, I was hyper aware of the surroundings, and knew where I was and where I was going at all times.
In that case, I'd figure it's not too hard to remember how you got in a door twenty minutes ago, and, if not, there's a 50% chance of randomly guessing it. But noooo...the widow sent me out the door the wrong way. And I kept going the wrong way, cause I just couldn't tell the difference, from having come in a few minutes ago.
"He who steps in dog sh!t buys the next round".
What about the guy who surfs it for three feet? That was me. Even having been there for a day, and picked up the habit of dodging the stuff, a little bit of the widow shut down that ability fast. I didn't stumble, so I guess it wasn't all that physically intoxicating, but it had me pretty mentally bewildered. Immediately lost, when I basically knew where I was, and then doing a feat of agility, which I was being very observant to avoid. That does count as being "slightly out of it".
Then there was the thing that confirmed I had gone the wrong way. I saw this big grey building, which definitely didn't belong on my chosen route. And that was the Scientology place. I got a little too close to it, and one of them was out on the street corner for promotional purposes or something.
He shouldn't have asked me anything, because since he did, I was obliged to tell him the truth. See, I have one of your books. I tried to read it, but just couldn't get into it. I wound up taking it with some other stuff to three or four used book stores, and, they bought anything else under the sun, but no one would touch your material. So it rode around on the floorboard of my car, under a pile of trash, until I shucked it in a free donation somewhere.
That's what it took to confirm that I hadn't exited the door properly, and it was time to hunt for the other neighborhood.
I had brought a walkman with cassettes to have some music on the trip. When it was time to roll another joint--and 1/4 to 1/3 of those big ones was enough for one person--I broke up the weed on a cassette case. So the case had a pile of ripped-up shreds on it, for what, only a minute or two. Unlike anything I ever got in the states, the Dutch weed left a pool of oil on the case. It dried into a hard shell that never came off. I don't know if this is what's meant by the term, "greasy resin", but...I suppose most weed trays slowly texturize in a similar manner over a period of time; this was just large and instant, about like squeezing out some plastic cement.
If you can take that level of weed for granted, you're in a special place. I'm still sketchy about a lot of the pro trimmed, hydro, shiny marbles that go around. I think a lot of it is over-priced midgrade. Sort of like some frozen Green Giant vegetables; the corn is so yellow, the carrots so orange, the broccoli so green...it's too synthetically perfect, and when eaten, it's more like you've eaten pictures of food, instead of the real thing.
In the current situation, for a given price, different outlets can provide 1/2 oz. of brick, 1/4 of mids, or 1/8th of supposedly high grade. I'd almost go so far as to say...the mids are actually the cured version of the high grade. Yes, the expensive stuff is a little more green and snappy, but, that's about it. With most of those bags, either the weed deteriorates fast, or one's tolerance rises, or both, so that towards the end, there's nothing special any more. I don't see any added value for double the price. With most of the cheaper stuff, the end is the same as the beginning.
I wouldn't object to higher prices if something is close to the White Widow, or Utah or New York skunk that I've experienced; otherwise, it just comes across as misrepresentation. Of course, I don't know and won't claim that anything I personally grow is on that level, but maybe some of it will be. It's really a form of edu-tainment, whereas I've seen a whole lot of what seem to be attempts to sponge too much money from people, and I don't really like seeing all of someone's disposable income funnelled into one thing that makes you share smoke on an almost per-toke basis, versus the generosity I saw when I was younger.