Hello out there! This is Blaze and Puf, your two friendly neighborhood potheads. Last issue we kicked off a new feature in this here magazine called, well, “Ask a couple of potheads,” and this is round two of your question and answer series. We...
I made a pretty epic mistake, you guys. I decided to smoke some of Prohibition Herb’s Southwest Stomper at like 6 p.m. on a Monday, and let me tell you ... it wasn’t my greatest idea.
Now, this is not a knock on the strain itself. This is me knocking the fact that I almost passed out on my couch before eating the huge...
When it comes to smoking weed, my body responds in one of two ways: either my head is cleared of the spiderwebs and I’m a productivity machine or I am a zombie, arms raised as I try to navigate my way to the couch with armloads of brains ... err ... chips.
Rarely do I come across a strain that does both simultaneously,...
I am rarely, rarely enthused about reviewing an edible. It’s not that I’m not grateful for the badass job I get to do — who gets to review weed and edibles and concentrates for a living? — but I have had a sordid history with those things. I can never get the freaking equation right. Either I eat one and there are no effects,...
I have some advice for you. This doesn’t happen often, so pay attention. It is important.
My advice, based on my review of Orange Apricot Pie from The Green House in Durango, is this: Don’t underestimate the power of the strain based on the size of the buds. Apparently it is not the girth of the weed, but the motion of...
I am so behind on all of the new cannabis products that are hitting shelves. Not only has 2020 been the equivalent of licking a dirty foot, but it’s also making me feel like I’m completely out of the loop on everything — cannabis included. I didn’t even realize I was that far behind until I got an email from Prohibition Herb...
There was a point in time when 22.2% THC would have seemed insane to me. That time was probably high school, when weed had like 5% THC in it and it came from some shady source out behind the gym (and by that I mean my friend Baldo, who also once hit the snack machine on campus so hard that he shattered the glass). These days,...
If Prohibition keeps giving me wax to try out, I’m going to need to beg them to also give me an interpreter who can dig through my notes and make sense of them. Those are my feelings as I write up this review for Funky Gorilla Wax, anyway. I may feel better once this is over, but for now, I am on the struggle bus to make...
I overdid it on Halloween. Like, way overdid it. My body ached, my brain ached, my ... I don’t know. Everything freaking ached, OK?
I recognize that part of getting old is feeling like actual ass after drinking, but my brain doesn’t always take this information into account when I’m bored. Sometimes it just lets me be...
I spent the night before the 2020 presidential election laughing, and laughing, and laughing some more. No, I wasn’t losing my mind over the stress and uncertainty of the election — which is stressing out tons of Americans on both sides of the fence. I was high.
Well, I was high on a hybrid strain of weed called Mac...
I never know what I’ll be getting when I open up a container of bud from The Green House in Durango. Some weeks it’s tiny, compact nugs of steel, and other weeks it’s thicc ol’ buds that fill up the whole container. It’s always a guessing game in terms of what the strains will look like.
What’s not a guessing game,...
Don’t leave your open weed grinder on the arm of the couch if you’re going to smoke Truck Stop #7 from The Green House Durango. I learned this little lesson last weekend when I was smoking said strain for this review. What happens if you do, you ask? Well, nothing good.
In this case, I just spilled freaking ground up...
