Sometimes you don't want a clam to come back. If you have just eaten one for instance. Or if you threw it in the garbage a while ago. Or if you work in a kitchen and you have served rotten clams to a person. Or maybe just if you tried to skip one across the surface of a lake. I'm not like these clams. I'm Clamsand. I have returned, and I hope you are happy to see me again.
If you are more interested in weed than clams, and fair enough, here is a review.
West Coast Gas Death Bubba. Not bad, but not great. Just falls short in a few different areas, so I can't really give it a glowy...but if you are a presser, we can save ourselves from sadness. Sorry for the rest of you.
Bag appeal is low. A bit squished from the bag. Some bits of brown leaf. Not sure what is on the green leaf in the one pic, and I'm not concerned. I'm invincible. Buds are a bit loose. They are med sticky as I handle them. But my nose is back in the barn again. Second strain in a row from WCG (the last was All Gas OG) that smells like hay and grass, but not also like strong weed. I can deal with grassy but where is the weed?? Honestly, what I smell is shrimp. That's a new one. Shrimp cracker, and shrimp tails. Not sure what to say. How is this shit not Block Lobster? (which I haven't tried btw)
The level of moisture is perfect, at around 11RH on the wood meter. Maybe it just needed some time in the jar...I'll never know as it has all been destroyed in less than 12 hours. Poor bag didn't know what hit it.
Destemming for the press brought out some of the cannabis odors, mixing with the grass in an acceptable way...but just. Fingers smell like fresh cut grass. Haha...smell my fingers guys.
Yes boys and girls and others...the Clam is back and the Pressing will continue until morale persists.
4.6g in, and exactly 1g out for almost a 22% yield. This is the good news in the review. Runny and clear, looking darker on the parchment but a nice bright yellow after collection. Mild citrus and gassy (not grassy) smells from the extract.
Feeling brain heavy from the first dab. Mild grin. Slowing cerebral effects with a very minimal buzz in the body. Strong temple squeeze. I gotta be honest, I was expecting a heavy body indica couch lock strain, just based on the lineage...not so. You could sit on the couch, but the mind is racing pretty good. First dab feels pretty strong and is standing out from the dabs I've been smoking the last few days. But not obliterated. Med thin in breadth, but strong in specific things. More glassy than warm blanket.
Shall we try another dab before the doobie. Yes. Land of science with your demand for repeatable results, here we come. Run test after test in an attempt to approach confidence. If I must.
I'm looking at the second press collection on the dab tool with a side eye. Not entirely trusting. It's pretty big. What am I going to do, split up the second press into a couple dabs?? That's what a testicle would do. Down the lung hole. My brain is apprehensive. I already feel like I'm wearing an anti gravity crown on my melon, pulling gently upward on my skull plates against the droning mass induced downward force. I just yield. Go With The Flow as the almighty Homme says. And cue the music in Winamp. That was the song that really turned me on to Queens. The gooseflesh won't go down and I'm taken away. Thanks Josh. Tears in my eyes and tears in my heart. Hommenyms. Wow. That's right, I said it. Mind blown. And the rain starts to pour down outside my window. I think there's a Whitesnake or Bonnie Tyler song connection here, but lets move on...I think I got something in my eye.
Busting up for the first joint, and all the grassiness is gone. Just smells nice. Mild spice, maybe sweet cinnamon, and a bit of gas. Burns nice and smooth. Very cool that I got hit with 4 or 5 burst of flavor through the joint that reminded me of a Colt from back in the day. Wine tipped and rum dipped baby!! I'd say that's worth the price of admission right there. 2/3 of the way in and I'm struggling as usual. Just a bit of lung irritation and feeling very heady. Not destroyed all indica-style, just racy. Don't want to get "The Fear".
Third dab, not small, and I'm looking to lay down. I'm stoked on the press. Again, I feel like Gary Oldman's character from the Fifth Element...the guy that bleeds from his head when he gets stressed. Not that my head is bleeding from the weed, but he had that plastic half skull cap as a hair accessory. I feel like I'm wearing that stupid hat. Or like an otter or a weasel, but with a chromed stiff rear neck. And I pay good money for these effects. That's some quality plastic skull cap chrome neck weasel weed right there folks.
...stay on target, stay on target.
Morning joint. Taste is fine, but a bit muted. Med oil ring early. Smoke is smooth. Feeling paranoid. Less metallic headband than the concentrate.
Looks 5/10 (would not pick this out of a lineup)
Joint 6.5/10
Joint high 7/10 (maybe a bit higher if you are into subtleties)
Extract 8/10 great yield, good flavor, good effects
OK, that's the business.
I just included a couple of extra pics for fun. One is a new sculpture on the Railpath in Toronto. The other is a cool mural on the side of a house in the same area.
The sunset pics are from my recent trip to Halifax and Cape Breton. Many thanks again go out to our friends and gracious host tour guides J and J. Nothing beats having a local to show you the sights in a new area. Fired up some Skosha Crab Cakes, local moonrock joints, and found the fire at one of the island Native shops. I have been to Halifax before, but not Cape Breton. It looked like a bit of a barren dead end island (on the map...how could I be fooled?) when I planned my last trip. I didn't want to sink a whole day into driving around the island as it seemed like a return route and not a thru-drive. I was wrong. Cape Breton has as much natural beauty as the Rockies and is not to be missed if you want to see Canada. There were lobsters and donair to be sure, fires and fireworks, beaches and bloopers. A good time was had by all. Strangely, the culinary highlight turned out to be this baddie on a bun. Homemade bologna sammy lubed with donair goo, best I've ever had.
Once again our time has come to an end. If I look through my magic mirror, I can see all my friends out there in OCS land...I see you FishDogg, and you Ludovico, I see Icy_Cheesecake, and I see you PeteWK67, I see Crunchytomato, and I see GUNTHVGK, and ToeRevolutionary...and I see you. Thanks for joining me today, and have a Death Bubba day.
Blaze
