This strain is like a metaphorical subway ride to Flavor Town. Yeah, we said it and we aren’t sorry.
I’m going to need everyone to buckle up, because today we’re dipping into the fast-paced world of the NYC Diesel can-nabis strain from Prohibition Herb. And, if you’ve ever dreamed of taking a stroll through the streets of the Big Apple without actually leaving your couch, this strain might just be your magic carpet ride.
If you aren’t familiar with this strain, here’s what you should know. This strain is a hybrid that leans toward the sativa side of things, meaning it’s a little racy, a little cerebral, and a lot of gasoline all tucked into bright orange and green nugs. It stinks to high hell of diesel fuel — and if you grab it, you’re in for a ride from the moment you open up that little container o’ weed in your cold, slightly dead hands.
No, seriously. This strain is a trip from start to finish.
Picture this: A nugget of NYC Diesel that looks like a miniature skyscraper, coated in a sparkling layer of trichomes that glisten like the lights of Times Square. That’s what I found when I stuck my face near a nug of this strain after snagging it from the dispensary, anyway.
And, the vibrant orange hairs of this strain that were winding through the forest green backdrop were reminiscent of the city’s chaotic, occasionally green-tinged and vibrant vibe. Super weird, but also super cool.
Oh, also. If the streets of New York had a signature scent, one mixed by an ancient old perfume-maker (there has got to be a real name for that) in some bourgeois per-fumerie, NYC Diesel would be it. Imagine a mix of diesel fumes, tangy citrus, and a hint of earthiness all rolled into one.
It’s like hailing a cab while eating an orange and standing next to a flowerbed. The stench of this one is strangely invigorating, just like the city itself.
And, the first toke is like a metaphorical subway ride to Flavor Town. YES, that’s a Guy Fieri reference. Deal with it. I’m pretty sure he’s from New York so it fits.
Anyway, one drag and you’re hit with a burst of zesty lemon and grapefruit, followed by a subtle diesel undertone. Oddly enough, though, it didn’t leave me coughing like a tourist lost in the smoke. Diesel strains tend to do that to the old lungs, but not this strain. It was smooth and mellow, kind of like sipping on a trendy artisanal cocktail in some abysmal Manhattan lounge, but in plant form.
But that’s about the only thing that’s mellow about this strain. Need an energy boost to navigate the urban jungle? NYC Diesel has got your back. My god. A few hits were like the shot of espresso you regret not getting before some big dumb meeting, except without the jitters.
I felt stoned, but I also felt creative as hell — ready to like, I don’t know, wear some dumb junk on the streets of the city or do an interpretive dance to try and hail a cab. I do that anyway in NYC, but this would be on purpose. Not because I’m a noob who can’t seem to get that New Yorker movement down.
From there, it was a rush of euphoria. Rather than feel embedded in my couch, I felt happy, awake, and ready to go on the hunt for a hot dog vender that wouldn’t give me the bubble guts. And my brain, you guys. It was spitting out ideas left and right, seemingly channeling the insane hustle and bustle of the city.
The only problem was that I didn’t have a pen and paper to write them down. So, my advice to you is this: When you smoke this strain, make sure that a.) it’s not prior to your bedtime, and b.) you have some sort of writing utensil on hand so you can write down your brilliant brain jolts, like the need for a taxi that also serves delicious tacos.
Here’s the gist of it: NYC Diesel stands out like a Statue of Liberty in a cornfield. It’s the perfect companion for creative minds — as long as it’s not near your bedtime. I’ll keep smoking NYC Diesel when I need a jolt of energy or, like, 14 espressos or something — but I’ll only smoke it before bedtime once. That was the only mistake you can make with this strain. Otherwise, it’s a wild ride and you should buy a ticket for it. Like, now.
