Strain review: Craft Panacea Nug Cone
The other day I had a conversation about whether birds will eat other birds. Before you get the wrong idea, we weren’t talking about like, tiny red robins eating bluebirds or something. We were curious as to whether turkeys will eat cooked chicken if you toss it to them and so on. This dumbass conversation was courtesy of one very potent Craft Panacea Nug Cone, which came to us from our friends at Prohibition Herb.
So what, pray tell, is a Panacea Nug Cone, you ask? Good question, friends. The short answer is “deadly.” The long answer is “new caviar style joints, which are made with full nug flower and infused with live resin.” I like live resin because it not only contains a huge amount of THC, but also because it tastes delicious, and this was no exception. They come in three different options: indica, sativa, and hybrid, and although I can’t attest to the effects of the indica or sativa cones, I can tell you that one half of the hybrid cone almost caused the death of my brain.
I kid, mostly, but make no mistake about it: these bitches are strong. Very strong. I lit the hybrid version up with a couple of friends, including my sister, who was visiting from Austin for the week and doesn’t regularly smoke. She only took a couple of hits, but the rest of us smoked the joint about halfway down before deciding we should probably slow down. It was a good call, because I honestly don’t think we could have handled much more THC.
We also couldn’t have handled more choking, which occurred every time anyone took a hit. My god, you guys. These cones aren’t made for chumps. They’re harsh. They’re good, mind you – they have plenty of flavor and they taste really fresh, but I was coughing like I belonged in a tuberculosis ward. They basically made a punk out of my lungs.
They also made a punk out of my brain, which is the fun part. After we’d smoked that half cone, we trudged inside and parked ourselves in front of “Most Expensivest,” the best stoner show on the planet. As soon as our asses sank into the couch, though, the conversation turned super fricking weird. Out of nowhere, one of us asked: “Do birds eat other birds?” Oddly enough, I was able to relay an anecdote about sitting outside at some crappy P.F. Changs in Los Angeles and trying to feed the birds little bits of chicken lettuce wraps. Those little scavenger birds didn’t eat the chicken, but I’m guessing they would have had they been buzzards. This conversation sounds really stupid this morning.
Things only got stranger from there. At one point, my face felt like it was rolling in wave-like movements, and I couldn’t quite figure out what the hell was happening on one very trippy episode of “Most Expensivest.” I also kept trying to write notes but would forget what the hell I wanted to say. There is one, though, that is clear, and it says, “Robots are trippy as fuck.” I stand by that.
I didn’t make it long past that one episode of 2 Chainz’s bee-related antics, though. That cone kicked my ass, and I vaguely remember stumbling around looking for a blanket before curling up and passing my ass right out. I woke up confused and warm a couple of hours later.
These new cones are super. The live resin adds a kick to the pants that is best shared with friends. That way you can all ponder whether birds are cannibals or not. Sometimes it takes a village to answer an idiotic question.