DavidRayDavenport1977

Bedford Grow Super Silver Haze Crumble is a unique and powerful buzz, straight into the brain and working its magic from within. It’s 50% Original Haze, or as I prefer, Haze Brothers, a Sativa dating back to the sixties on the west coast. The other half is split between Skunk #1, another legendary line from the seventies, and Northern Lights #5, from the Pacific Northwest, equal in stature to both. All three strains are known for sparking creativity and a burst of energy. In other words, Super Silver Haze is bred to feed your head. 

Bedford Grow’s Super Silver Haze is a weed custom made for people who have a need to be creative. Which is why I started getting high to begin with. 

I picked up a gram from ThriveIL in Harrisburg. The wife had got me George Harrison’s All Things Must Pass 50^th Anniversary box set for Christmas. It’s the surround sound that does it for me. 

I had the house to myself, so there was no restriction on volume. I had some busy work to keep me occupied at my desk, in the center of the speakers. 

Bedford Grow’s Super Silver Haze … a child of some of the choices vintage strains

As all the lines that compose Bedford Grow’s Super Silver Haze are frequent award winners, so it would stand to reason that it would do the same. And it has. Deservedly so. It’s a great flavor, sweet with a hint of Skunk, but not completely overpowering. It’s a slightly fruity taste in the beginning, a little earthiness or spice and then fading back into Skunk. 

As for the buzz, it deserves the awards. It’s unique, energetic and mentally enthralling. My first thought was of Thai, and indeed that’s believed by some to be one of the mysterious strains in Northern Lights #5.

I decided to do the crumble in a dab rig. I opted to cold start it, as I don’t need that big of a hit. I’d rather have several small hits to replace that huge one you get when you hit a dab rig already at temperature. 

I was reeling as I got up from the chair. I quickly righted myself and headed downstairs. Visually things looked like an internet video whose streaming is skipping a bit. Not a lot, barely enough to be noticeable. 

I thought that curious, and after a couple minutes it was regretfully gone. 

So was the hot water. My goal was a quick shower. But the pilot light goes out frequently, and I was off to the basement to start it. Waiting for the  water to heat up … well I can’t tell you what I did. My body was moving and being productive with day to day tasks. That’s the energy part of Bedford Grow’s Super Silver Haze. But I remember finally finding myself in the bathroom with no clear memory of what I was doing before I came in here. 

My mind had been firing on all cylinders, seemingly oblivious to what my body was doing … solving work issues, fleshing out plans in progress, writing this review, all of this in my head. As I couldn’t even remember getting to the bathroom, it’s a safe bet I’ll remember next to none of it. 

I used to avoid showers just after getting high, afraid that somehow the water would wash the buzz away. I’ve since learned it doesn’t. And the hot water on the cold day reminded me of how nice the physical effects of Super Silver Haze are. I didn’t spend any super special time with myself, if that’s what you’re thinking. It was just a shower. At my age, hot water spraying on the back of your neck feels a helluva lot better. 

My mind had been firing on all cylinders, seemingly oblivious to what my body was doing … solving work issues, fleshing out plans in progress, writing this review, all of this in my head. As I couldn’t even remember getting to the bathroom, it’s a safe bet I’ll remember next to none of it. 

The shower did ground me a bit, though I was no less high. I also smelled better. 

If there’s a pitfall of Super Silver Haze it’s that a lack of focus can easily creep in. Particularly if you smoke too much, too fast. 

When I sat down to work, it all flowed nicely. Those of us who do jobs that don’t preclude being high, and we are legion, have learned some weed makes it easier. Some make it a nightmare. 

Super Silver Haze is great if it’s creativity you need, but can fudge a bit on the details. Those will be better left for another day. You can do it of course, but it might take longer than it normally would. 

It’s a great weed for listening to music and All Things Must Pass blew me away. I’ve heard one song on there, Isn’t It A Pity since I was nine years old, the month it came out. I’d never heard in the fade out, the low background singers are singing the na na nas of Hey Jude. 

That moment, and the weed to be honest, stirred an emotion. It was like remembering a joke a dearly departed friend had told you all those years ago, that you finally got.  

The wife was home just after dark, and I’d been cooking along on that one dab since this morning. I had come down a bit, the body buzz taking over. She had a long day at work, I’d stared at a computer screen most of the day, and the Super Silver Haze from Bedford Grow was beckoning me to the nap couch. 

I heeded the call. 

The Particulars:

Bedford Grow Super Silver Haze Crumble
Sativa
Lineage: Skunk, Northern Lights and Haze
THC: 80.44%

Bedford Grow’s Lou’s Legacy is a potent Indica, comprised of two award winning vintage strains. It delivers a high THC buzz which might inspire your mind to dig into something creative, if you can find a way to drag your ass off the couch.

It was supposed to be an easy day at work, mostly doing stuff for myself. Things that a buzz often improves upon. It’s one of the perks of being in a creative field. 

I peeked into my “one buzz left” stash, and saw Lou’s Legacy. Had no memory of smoking the rest of it. I vaguely remembered it was a Chemdog mixed with something, and Chemdog usually leaves me feeling a bit brainless. But it was going to be an easy day, so I dumped it out on the tray. 

A few hits later and I’m reeling. I didn’t go straight from bed to bong, but I still had my jammies on at least. It was cold outside, slightly icy even, and the combination of buzz and comfort locked into place. 

Chemdog, named for the Deadhead who developed it, is notorious for its diesel, chemical taste and the blistering buzz it administers. Though a 50-50 hybrid, mixed with another Sativa it can set the mind to racing at an uncomfortable speed if you’re not careful. 

The “something” mixed with Chemdog, or Chemdawg if you prefer in Bedford Grow’s Lou’s Legacy is Northern Lights Haze. Hailing from the great northwest, it’s also a balanced hybrid, which means the fuel for mind racing is there in its Sativa half. 

A few hits later and I’m reeling. I didn’t go straight from bed to bong, but I still had my jammies on at least. It was cold outside, slightly icy even, and the combination of buzz and comfort locked into place. 

“A few hits later and I’m reeling. I didn’t go straight from bed to bong, but I still had my jammies on at least. It was cold outside, slightly icy even, and the combination of buzz and comfort locked into place. “

My first hint the day was going sour was when my stereo didn’t work. I got an album for Christmas, this was my first chance since I got it where I had the house to myself. And though I could tell it was playing, there was no sound. A light blinked repeatedly, which told me something was wrong. But these new stereos I’ve yet to fully comprehend. It blinking was maddening, a constant taunt that I wasn’t going to get what I wanted. 

I decided a couple more hits might take my mind off of it. It did, for a couple minutes. Then the phone rang. 

It was a client, who informed me they had reversed the order of two jobs which needed done. The one I’d finished they didn’t need till later. The one I was doing tomorrow needed to be up a few hours ago. 

Fuck. 

We all have tasks which we can do stoned out of our gourds, blindfolded, with one hand tied behind our back. This wasn’t that. Something I learned long ago, is that for some things, pot just makes it take longer to get them done. This was one of those things. It also required correlating information from two people who don’t always agree, and calling the client frequently. She was having blood sugar issues because of her diabetes. It was tense, but we got it done. 

And that’s the drawback of smoking a particularly strong, mind fucking weed at work. You can get things done, but it tends to take longer if you intend on doing it right. Unfortunately when you work for yourself, you’re expected to do it right and not paid by the hour.

So rule number one when smoking Lou’s Legacy, is remember you’re likely to be stupidly stoned with a noticeable IQ drop. Compounding that is a bit of physical lethargy, which makes doing much of anything a bit too much effort. You’d really rather sit on the couch and catch an episode of Scooby Doo. 

One distinct positive is with just a couple more hits late in the afternoon, I was sailing into the evening. So once the job was done and I made it to the couch, I instantly dropped into relaxed mode. And rather than feeling like a nap, there was still the cerebral high that made me downright talkative. 

I meant to look up Lou, and learn why this buzz that leaves you feeling zig zagged is his legacy. But by then, I found curing the munchies with a bowl of chili and watching the wife’s Harry Potter films was a better way to shut off the brain and enjoy the smile. 

NOTE: Lou was Lou Dineff, who created Bedford Grow with his sister, Laurel. Lous was lost to cancer just after being awarded his Illinois licenses. R.I.P. Mr Dineff.

The Particulars:

Bedford Grow Lou’s Legacy
Hybrid of Chem 4 X Northern Lights X Haze
THC: 23-24%

What I like about Ghost of the Mujahideen from Bedford Grow is that it makes me feel things more intensely. Being a person typically in a good mood, this is a good thing.

Ghost of the Mujahideen is a cross between Blockhead, Ghost Dawg and Afghani. I’d finally caught on to legal cannabis enough to know that Afghani is one of the strains that suits me best. It’s vintage, exotic and some of the best hash is made from it. 

I’ve been hoarding Ghost of the Mujahideen from Bedford Grow since the week before Christmas. Always in concentrate … wax, crumble and finally live resin. 

A brief history lesson

Indica came from Aghanistan. And it’s likely Sativa did as well. And it’s been cultivated for centuries. Hash was a staple, as it’s easier to transport than flower. The U.S. started leaning on Afghanistan to ban the cannabis trade in the 1950s. The Afghans made a halfhearted attempt, but then came the hippies and Afghanistan became a stop on the Hippie Trail, and demand soared. So we gave Afghanistan about 50 million dollars to wipe out the trade and they did a bloody, but not altogether successful job of it. 

But by then, the seeds had spread throughout the world.

I like it because I like it

Ghost of the Mujahideen isn’t a pure Afghani, but I don’t care. I love the smell, I love the taste, and I love the buzz. It’s flowery, almost spicy. Woodsy.

But it’s nearly tragic, as today I’m finishing the Ghost of the Mujahideen crumble. I’ve held onto it for weeks now, and it’s time to let it go. 

Which leaves a bit of the live resin version. If you want to know if the live resin is worth the extra five bucks, then yeah, sure it is. There’s more flavor, more scent and for me, more of a buzz. Because Ghost of the Mujahideen from Bedford Grow is a full body buzz, and more important, it fills your head. 

You feel stoned, but not incapacitated. Those reviews where the people melt into the couch … that’s not my experience. I want to be moving, just not moving too fast. I want something to challenge my brain, because stimulation feels great. 

When I hear the words Ghost of the Mujahideen, it conjures up to me images of the middle east, the marketplaces, the casbah, the bazaar. 

We don’t have a bazaar, a marketplace filled with stalls where people hawk their wares, including fresh buds. 

Instead, we have Walmart. 

Approaching Mecca

You have to prepare yourself for Walmart, and Ghost of the Mujahideen from Bedford Grow does that. I call Rango, he answers. 

“What are you doing?”
“I’m at work.”
“I need a ride to Walmart.”
“Do I have to stick around?”
“No.”
“Uh. OK” he says and hangs up. 

He doesn’t even ask why any more. He just figures if I call it’s important. This is important, as I’m in the process of finishing the Ghost of the Mujahideen crumble. I have a hit mixed with an Orange Afghani flower. I had grown to love the taste, and that’s a distinct benefit of crumble. It crumbles well over buds. 

Then I finish the rest in a dab rig, without coughing even. It’s one thing I like about vintage strains – they hit hard enough you don’t feel the need to hit whatever you’re smoking all that hard. 

I walk out the front door as Rango is pulling up. He drives slower than any human I know, so I have plenty of time to cross the lawn and I’m waiting by the street as he creeps to a stop. I get in. 

“It’s almost dark,” he says. I lower my sunglasses, he looks at my eyes, winces and nods. 

It’s a five minute drive. He asks if I need a ride home. I tell him no, the wife is taking me home when she gets off work. That gives me an hour. I only have enough shopping for about fifteen minutes. He almost tags along, just to see how uncomfortable I get. Instead he drops me off at the door. 

Welcome Walmart Shoppers

I step through the outer doors. The grizzled older man counting heads looks me in the eye, then clicks his machine. One more. 

It’s weird with these masks, only seeing the eyes. You can see so much more that way. Then you realize they can see so much more in yours and you panic. The bastard knows I’m high. 

But it doesn’t matter. It’s legal now to go to Walmart with a hellacious buzz born in the mountains of Afghanistan. And besides, I’m wearing sunglasses, so he can’t see my eyes. 

So how did the bastard know?

I grab a cart and pull. Three carts come rolling out, so firmly slammed into each other that pulling them apart will be a two person job. Or a crowbar. I briefly consider going to hardware and grabbing one. I grab a cart from the next row instead, scan it quickly for baby puke, then pull out into traffic. 

Stoned in the produce section

The first thing you have to do in a small town is scan the faces. Is there anyone here I want to avoid? Anyone I need to avoid all costs? It looks clear so I step across the boundary and veer towards the greens. 

Every trip to Walmart starts in the produce section. I’m fairly safe here, as most of the people I know refuse to eat leaves. I scan the product. No kale, which is typical. Three bell peppers wrapped together. Do I go for two yellows and a red? Or two reds and an orange. I go for the latter, strictly on color and look for the broccoli. Score. 

“It’s weird with masks, only seeing the eyes. You can see so much more that way. Then you realize they can see so much more in yours and you panic. The bastard knows I’m high.”

Our lettuce is up in the garden, so I can pass on the Romaine, and there are the carrots. Baby carrots are the route to go, though I prefer the rustic experience of a full carrot. It makes the house feel more like home. 

Fuck I’m high. 

Celery … she likes a particular brand, they’re out. I substitute and pray once chopped up, she won’t notice the difference. Then it’s the bananas. I don’t eat bananas, but she does. I have to remember the song to remember how to choose ripe ones …

I’m Chiquita banana and I’ve come to say
Bananas have to ripen in a certain way
When they are fleck’d with brown and have a golden hue
Bananas taste the best and are best for you

There’s a dance that goes with it of course. I’m high, but not so high that I’m going to do it in Walmart. I settle for a few steps and keep my hands white knuckle tight on the shopping cart. 

Stoned Walmart Protocol

People say you shouldn’t go to the grocery store stoned, but that’s not true. A grocery store is a great place to be stoned, but you want to catch your buzz and proceed directly to the store, before the munchies have a chance to set in. 

I blew it a few weeks ago when we combined a trip to the Harrisburg Walmart and a run to ThriveIL Dispensary. I timed it so I was blowing out the last hit as we walked out the door of the house. She was driving obviously.

It’s a half hour or so to Harrisburg, and again that long again standing in line at Thrive and collecting my order. Then the drive to Walmart, parking, fetch a cart … before we got out of there, the munchies were starting. You’ve got the ride home to develop a full blown hunger. So you start planning ahead. Bizarre plans.

I brought home a duck. 

But today that’s not an issue. It’s a five minute drive to our local and I ate before I imbibed. That’s particularly good as all the things you need are fresh in your mind from cooking. 

Stoned Walmart Etiquette

When stoned, avoid eye contact. This is a no brainer for most of us who have done this for decades. But sometimes you forget. 

When you see a little old lady trying to reach something, get it for her. But make sure they know what you’re doing before you reach over their heads. If it’s an old man ask first. Sometimes they can get fierce, and you don’t want to be caned in Walmart by the elderly when stoned. 

Watch your gaze. I’m a reader. When I see words, I read them. When they’re on a shirt, I read them, and due to the proximity of the writing to women’s breasts, it’s led to some awkward moments. I forget this as I’m following a woman with more than ample buttocks, with writing across them. I’m starting to giggle when I notice certain letters disappear and reappear as she walks, when her husband turns around and catches me staring at her ass. I cut down the bread aisle and into clothing. 

I don’t need clothes, but I find myself fascinated by the fashion pants in women’s clothes. Essentially the bell bottomed tights. I haven’t had bell bottoms in years, and the wife bought me a pair of these. A vibrant floral print, because she thought it would look cool under black lights. It does. I now have two pairs. 

This time they’re black, with bizarre astrological signs in gold. The Jimmy Page Collection from Walmart. I can’t resist. The stoned mind has full control now. 

Back to the grocery

The grocery section is always the most dangerous. It’s where you run into people. Across the way is a red haired fellow that looks familiar. He’s staring. I’m thinking it’s a kid I went to school with, till I realize at our age he’d no longer have red hair, but grey. Fuck! He’s coming towards me …

Turns out it’s a guy who tried to buy my car last week. A quick encounter, and once finished I make the turn into the dairy aisle where I can whisk away to safety, my grocery list completed. 

“She tells me her husband died last year. I try to say something sympathetic, it comes out stoned. I’m sure she catches on. So I ask if she’s going to start dating.”

I nearly crash my cart into a friend of my dear departed mother. This lady must be in her eighties now, but she’s looking fit and her mind is as sharp as ever. She asks if I’m me. I assure her I am. We run into each other on occasion and she usually chastises me. But the last time I encountered her with a shopping cart full of healthy items, we swapped philosophies of healthy eating. Hers oddly matched mine, trying to eat the quality of food our ancestors ate, and with something like the same simplicity. 

I ask how she’s been. She tells me her husband died last year. I try to say something sympathetic, it comes out stoned. I’m sure she catches on. So I ask if she’s going to start dating. She asks if I’m joking. I assure her I am, then I flee before she gets the idea I’m hitting on her. 

Heading for fresh air in Lawn and Garden

I see Nick coming towards me. Everybody knows Nick. He’s greeting as he walks, almost like the Queen of England in a parade. He’s got a greeting for everyone, calls them by name. It’s not an act, he loves people. He lives off their energy. I catch my greeting like a blown kiss and wave him off. It’s a skill he has, making it seem like all is right with the world.

The wife works in the pharmacy. She has a look of panic when I pass, overworked and over stressed from being an essential employee during a pandemic. She was never a fan of weed. But she does like her Jagermeister. And since joining the pharmacy, it’s become a necessary tool for healing. 

The garden section is always a nice reprieve. Everyone drops their masks. We’re competing out here. We want to see the one plant everyone misses. I seldom do at Walmart, but I stroll the aisles, breathing fresh air and girding my loins for the dash to the checkout line. 

Where concentrates can be a burden

While in the garden center, I noticed I was alone. I could, and often have, easily snuck a hit. Easy enough with a pinch hitter and flower. But it’s a bit different with concentrates. 

Evolve makes a good pen for smoking concentrates. Actually they make a few, and they come in various sizes. So it’s easy to be inconspicuous. But I’ve never been a fan of the taste. It’s too clinical. And too harsh. The last thing you want to do at Walmart is launch into a coughing fit, reeking of afghani hash. 

Opting for self checkout and still pissed about it

I stop in the bird food section, as the wife’s put in a request. Otherwise, it’s a straight shot to the checkout lanes, and she’s on her way to clock out. But I have to wait till she gets to the front of the store with the employee discount card. 

I go for self check. It irks me as even as they’re pushing their employees to do more in less time and for the same amount of money, they’re pushing me as a customer to do more and not save anything in the process. 

But I like the way I bag better so I do it anyway. And things are going swimmingly. The wife joins me, employee discount card in hand. She lends a hand with the produce. She’s experienced at this, but sometimes she gets going too fast and we get the flashing light, and wait for attendant to notice. 

She shows up, smirks at me, I point to the wife, I didn’t do it. I memorize her Employee ID code and plan future revenge. I see the total and wonder if I can write off the cost of this trip as a business expense. She’s pushing me forward with the cart so I oblige and head towards the door. 

I breathe a sigh of relief. Ghost of the Mujahideen makes for a more interesting Walmart experience. Certainly more intense. An hour’s worth was enough to wear the sharp edges off the buzz, and make me think a bit of a nap might be coming my way. 

I look to the wife as we’re unloading the bags. I point out since she’s outside, she can take off her mask, having already shed mine. She points out since it’s night now, I can take off my sunglasses.

Cresco Mac #7 is a good, solid Sativa. With a fairly high THC level, it also carries a familiar Columbian taste for the vintage smoker. It’s sweetened with citrus and floral flavor courtesy of the Alien Cookies and Starfighter in its lineage. In its breeding its an improvement, as Columbian in the seventies in southern Illinois never packed this kind of a whallop.

Reviewing Cresco’s Mac #7 for me hinged on the vintage Columbian strain bred into this hybrid cannabis. The name MAC is actually an acronym for Miracle Alien Cookies, a cross between F2 Alien Cookies with a hybrid strain containing Starfighter and most important for the vintage crowd, a Columbian Landrace. 

Starfighter is itself a slight chemmy, somewhat dawgish hybrid, leaning towards Indica. I’ve always dug it. Alien Cookies is also a hybrid leaning towards Indica as well. So I wondered, would the Columbian, a Sativa, stand out enough to bring back memories of the old days?

The short answer is yes, it does. I catch it in the smell before lighting, after burning, the taste and the buzz. It was spending an afternoon with an old flame. 

The trouble is, after hanging out for a while, you began to realize why you broke up to begin with. 

Back in the day, you could hardly beat Columbian. It was the parent of the infamous Skunk #1, which eventually pushed its parent aside in popularity. 

When skunk started coming around, people chose that over the Columbian strains we’d been getting. Some said it was the novelty, as it also had a corresponding price increase attached to it. People were paying more for the smell. 

But it was the buzz as well. After smoking good skunk, Columbian seemed rather generic. 

After going through pretty much an eighth of flower and a gram of concentrate, I realized that same characteristic applies to Cresco Mac #7 

It’s an exaggeration, but I found myself wanting more of the flavor of Starfighter. The Sativa from the Columbian brings on a thrumming of energy, but lacks the euphoria of some of the other vintage Sativa floating around now.

Not that there’s anything wrong with it. It gives a nice Sativa buzz, it energizes you. I don’t get too high, and if a person likes smoking a lot without getting overly high, Mac 7 is good bet. I don’t get sleepy, despite carrying quite a few Indica lines in its convoluted gene pool.

I could taste that familiar Columbian flavor, and it was welcome. It brought a stoned smile after a few hits, but like rekindling lost love, once the rush of familiarity passes you remember the contempt familiarity brings. 

It’s an exaggeration, but I found myself wanting more of the flavor of Starfighter. The Sativa from the Columbian brings on a thrumming of energy, but lacks the euphoria of some of the other vintage Sativa floating around now. 

It gets you close, but in the end the jar got set aside after a bit, with at least a gram left over. There’s nothing wrong with it, in fact, it’s damned enjoyable. It just doesn’t stand out, so if there’s something more interesting in the house, and there usually is, I turn to it first. 

The live resin of Mac #7 packs more of a punch, more of a Sativa lift and yes, at times euphoria. But that’s due to concentrate being stronger than flower. What the live resin lacked was perhaps the Columbian taste and smell. Which in the end, I didn’t really miss. 

The jar will eventually get emptied, and it’s even possible I’d buy it again. It’s a solid, reliable buzz. Something akin to what I get off Kimbo Kush, but with a lift. 

One of the thrills of legal cannabis in Illinois is in the variety. Sometimes pulling a strain from the past, like Maui or Thai brings unexpected and surprisingly good results. Those two were so rare as to never have extinguished the novelty factor. 

If there’s a flaw in Cresco Mac 7, it’s in what drew me to it to begin with. The vintage line. Sometimes the object of your affection looks better in the rear view mirror, than on the seat beside you. 

Cresco Mac #7
Hybrid of F2 Alien Cookies, Starfighter and Columbian, leans to the Sativa
THC: 21.07%

Ghost of the Muhajadeen adds a touch of middle eastern spice to your buzz. Whether combined in a concentrate form with another flower, or taken on its own, it gives you a remarkably clear headed buzz, which you feel all the way down to your toes. And by the time your toes begin to tingle, your body isn’t that far from a trance.

It was January, late in the afternoon and the wife and I had laid down for a nap. I woke up first, and the tickle in my throat was now an itch. I had chills, and the makings of a headache. Pretty bad chills, worse than you’d expect even on a frigid January day. 

The next day I didn’t feel much better. The wife came home from work with a cough. The next day we’re having lunch, I feel better but she realizes she can’t taste it. Nor can she smell it. 

Covid. Fuck.

We were tested that afternoon, but our results wouldn’t be back for four or five days. For her it wasn’t a question. When you lose taste and scent it’s pretty much certain. 

It occurred to me, that if I did have Covid, with my nasty lungs I’d be in for a tough time. Cutting out weed might help, but then again at this point, it’s likely too late. Besides, if I was going to face Covid, I wanted to be high. 

A stupidly stoned idea takes form … let’s get Covid high

I knew a lot of the effects of Covid were in the head. My theory was that if I kept my head stoned, I couldn’t really say whether I had a symptom or not. That cough might be getting worse, or it could have been that last bong hit. I might have a headache. But it could be throbbing from a head rush. 

The worst thing I could do is be certain I had it, and proceed to freak out. Instead the idea was to become very mellow. Shut down all but the most necessary processes and sleep.  

I had two weeks left in isolation whether positive or not, and had just went to the dispensary a week before. So I was pretty well stocked. 

My main allies would be an eighth of Justice Grown Kimbo Kush and a gram of Bedford Grow Ghost of the Muhajadeen Crumble. 

Kimbo Kush … not so heavy on THC, but it packs a sedating punch

Justice Grown Kimbo Kush is a heady little flower, made by crossing Blackberry Kush and Starfighter. I’ve always been of the opinion that the Starfighter in a strain leads to a certain cerebral high. Cosmic even, like the name says. The Blackberry Kush is for the body high, which can be intense with Kimbo Kush. And just what I was looking for.

Justice Grown’s Kimbo Kush isn’t particularly outrageous on THC, topping out just shy of 18% But for many the Starfighter/Kush combo is a 1-2 knockout punch, and so the strain is named after the famed Bahamian Fighter Kimbo Slice. If I was to be sick, I preferred to be knocked out for as long as possible. After all, sleep is nature’s balm, and often times the best way to fight an illness. 

The problem with Covid is you never know what will happen, which ups the anxiety. Not a good time for a potent Sativa weed, which also made the  Indica dominant Kimbo Kush a good choice.  

Bedford Grow Ghost of the Mujahideen is perfect for adding spice to Kimbo Kush fed dreams

To hedge my bets I would from time to time, add a bit of Bedford Grow Ghost of the Mujahideen crumble in the bowl of the bong with the Kimbo Kush. The result was potent, and best of all, greatly resembled the taste of Hashish. More important the combination replicated the effects of hash, with a burst of euphoria followed by a narcotic body high, which settled in deeply. 

You take a couple hits, get a couple things done while you have the burst of energy, then curl up and let the Kush do its thing. If I had Covid, I didn’t particularly care. I slept so much I started to feel … pretty.

Ghost of the Mujahideen from Bedford Grow is a hybrid of Kundunz Afghani, I95 and Stardawg. It’s recommended for people with chronic pain or insomnia. As the wife got sicker, I felt better, with only fatigue and body aches hanging on, as well as a bit of a headache. So if the medical marijuana folks are to be believed, I had a good Cannabis treatment plan cobbled together. 

You take a couple hits, get a couple things done while you have the burst of energy, then curl up and let the Kush do its thing. If I had Covid, I didn’t particularly care. I slept so much I started to feel … pretty.

Okay, obviously smoking dope while trying to fight an often fatal respiratory disease isn’t a wise strategy. But it sure beat panicking. 

And the results of Kimbo Kush, Ghost of the Mujahideen and Covid?

I slept a lot. When I wasn’t sleeping, I took care of the wife. She was sicker than a dog the first couple days, and the covid made her nuttier than a fruitcake on the third. Starting on the fourth she began to improve. That was the day I got the call from doctor’s clinic. I had tested negative, but they said I might have been tested too soon, and to get tested again. 

So I did, twice with the second test being the deeper test. Both were negative, and by this time I’d been in very close proximity for extended periods with someone who had it and was contagious. 

I figured if it worked, I’d keep at it, and so I did. Often it would just be a couple hits of Kimbo Kush. That kept me pleasantly mellow, which is important when stuck inside a house with one other person who isn’t feeling particularly great and no other face to face encounters. 

The magic of fire and weed and Ghost of the Muhajadeen

When she was finally asleep, I’d bring out the Ghost of the Muhajadeen Crumble and mix the two. I have a tendency to snore, and she needed all the sleep she could get, so I took to sleeping on the couch in front of the fireplace. 

There’s something mesmerizing about fire, as anyone who has sat in front of a campfire, stoned or not, can to attest to. For me there’s something incredibly cozy about curling up in front of a fire with a blanket. 

I’ve always believed your buzz takes on some of the characteristics of the place from where the weed came from. Afghani and other middle eastern Cannabis strains tickles an exotic thread in my imagination that feels almost spiritual. Which is appropriate, as in that part of the world, in ancient times Cannabis was often used in religious rituals. 

And so there on the couch, like a sick dog under a porch, I stared into the fire, drifting in and out of sleep for several days, healing myself. 

By the second week we both felt better, felt damned good actually. For her it was a paid vacation, and by the second week of quarantine it had became almost a second honeymoon. 

On surviving Covid in the house and the changes it brought

As I said, fighting a respiratory illness with smoke is a stupid idea. It’s careless and flies in the face of logic and scientific recommendations. But I didn’t get Covid, and by all rights should have. To steal a phrase attributed to Hunter S .Thompson, “In my case, you know, I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me” 

Not being a total idiot, afterwards I made some changes in my life. Respiratory health is big deal for someone my age, particularly someone well down the path towards C.O.P.D. 

I’ve learned to smoke less frequently, and when I do, I smoke less. I smoke concentrate more often, as it gets you same buzz while a consuming a lot less. 

To steal a phrase attributed to Hunter S. Thompson, In my case, you know, I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they’ve always worked for me” 

And I learned how to get high properly. Turns out I’d been doing it wrong for over forty years. My lungs felt better almost immediately.

And yes, I’ve had my vaccine, and booster. I worried about it, then I realized I was worrying about taking a drug which might have weird side effects. I’ve spent most of my life doing that for fun, so why not take a chance on something that could save mine, or someone else’s life?

Kimbo Kush is a weed I almost always have on hand lately. It’s readily available because it’s so popular. It’s so popular because it’s a great go-to Cannabis. If you’re not looking to be energetic, it could be the perfect buzz. 

 Ghost of the Muhajadeen adds a touch of middle eastern spice to your buzz. Whether combined in a concentrate form with another flower, or taken on its own, it gives you a remarkably clear headed buzz, which you feel all the way down to your toes. And by the time your toes begin to tingle, your body isn’t that far from a trance.

In the end, all I can guess is Covid invaded my body and found itself stoned and too confused to do its job. It hung out a while and went on its way. 

And that’s how I spent my Covid vacation.

The Particulars

Justice Grown Kimbo Kush
THC: 18%

Bedford Grow Ghost of the Muhajadeen Crumble
THC: 72-75%