There are a lot — and I do mean a lot — of things to love about Prohibition Herb. I probably don’t have to tell you all that, though. Seems like you guys already know, as evidenced by the fact that every time I stop by the shop, there is a line around the building to get in. And, to be honest, I don’t even mind waiting since I know that one of my favorite dispensaries in Durango is getting the love it deserves.
One of the main things that draws me to Prohibition Herb time and again is their love of unique strains. While this dispensary offers plenty in the way of concentrates, edibles, and tinctures, where they really excel, at least in my not-so-humble opinion, is rolling out unique and hard to find strains onto the floor on a regular basis.
That’s precisely what’s happening this week, when Papayahuasca, a rare indica-dominant hybrid strain, rolls out. Papayahuasca will officially hit the dispensary floor on Friday, but I got my hands on some of this strain to review for both your, and my, pleasure. /takes a bow
Given that Papayahuasca isn’t a common strain, I don’t think I’ve tried the flower version of this one before. I know I’ve vaped a Papayahuasca concentrate on my own time, not for review, but I hadn’t come across the bud until now. So, I was pretty freaking stoked to check it out.
Before I go any further, I’d like to point out that Prohibition is regularly rolling out killer strains like these, so make sure you check in with them on the regs. I completely missed my shot at trying out Velvet Smooth when it rolled out — that bud got snatched tf up by you greedy little pot-lovers, so don’t be me. Head up there often.
Anyway, enough with the lecturing. So, as I said, I got my hands on a gram of Papayahuasca before it hit the floor, and you know I popped the lid off that sucker as soon as I got home with it.
First thing I did was stick my nose in the container. I guess I wanted to know if it smelled like papaya, or ayahuasca, or some combination of the two, which I’d presume is what it’s named after.
Spoiler alert: It did not smell like papaya or ayahuasca (which I have never smelled but would assume smells awful). The strain smelled like slightly fruity and slightly sweet, but mostly like good ol’ plant matter. To be clear, I am not knocking that scent — I actually like the way most strains smell, whether they’re skunky or fruity or diesel-y or some other -y smell, and this one is no different.
After a good ol’ sniff of the bud, I poured it into my hand to check it out. Now, most of the grams I pick up for review will have at least three or four buds in the container, so I expected at least a few fluffy nugs to fall into my hand.
That, my friends, is not at all what occurred.
When I tipped the canister of Papayahuasca upside down, there was no barrage of little popcorn nugs falling into my palm. There was just one giant ass nug and one tiny little counterpart — perhaps a cast-off from the giant nug — in the container.
That’s right. The entire gram in this container consisted of basically one nug. How did they even pull that off?
I’ve never seen a nug on steroids, but if I had to guess, I’d say this is it. This nug is juicing. How can one nug weigh as much as this one? I don’t know. You’ll have to ask the growers over at Prohibition how they bulked this bad boy up. All I know is that whatever they did, it’s working.
A closer look at the Papayahuasca nug revealed even more surprises. Not only is this strain capable of producing the thicc bois of the bunch, but it also layers them with brilliant orange hairs visible to the naked eye from a distance.
I was so enamored with my one giant bud full of orange hairs that I found myself hesitant to tear any of it up to toss into the dry herb vape. So, I did what any good pot reviewer would do and tossed that cast-off in it instead.
Good call on my part, cause it turns out you don’t need to inhale much of this strain to get really, really stoned. If I’d pulled off chunks of that phat nug, I might still be stoned even now, 24 hours later.
All it took was that one castoff nug to get me high as a kite. To be fair, I may have smoked every combustible part of it, so I can’t really measure what my intake was, but I know I kept on puffing away at it. Couldn’t help it really — this strain tastes as good as it smells.
And, there were no issues with coughing or choking, which let me just toke away to my heart’s content. Which, you know, I did.
The funny thing is, though, that I didn’t realize I was even stoned until it was way late in the game. Right after that bowl was cashed, I felt pretty level-headed and calm. I was just hanging out, kinda stoned but not really, while reading a really weird book that I won’t bother mentioning here.
But, about 15 to 20 minutes or so after smoking, that feeling went from mellow to holy hell, how am I so stoned with the quickness. It hit me like a literal ton of bricks. My face felt like it was made of radio waves, with the tiny little crackly lines running across it. I could feel it happening. Same thing happened across my body — the pulsing waves of energy just would not quit. I have no idea how this strain got so trippy so quickly, but it did.
When that dissipated, my arms and legs were glued to the spot where I was sitting, my mind in a total fog. I didn’t even care that I was couch-locked; I was completely in another realm. My brain kept trailing off into the weird caverns that can only be accessed with a good strain. I was totally content putting down the book and living in my own head as I thought of everything and nothing at once.
I must have passed out at some point, but I’m honestly not sure when. I didn’t even feel my eyes go heavy. It was just consciousness and then nothing. Blank. Sleep. When I woke up this after sleeping hard all night, my stomach was rumbling and my brain filled with static.
And I would like to remind you that this was all courtesy of just one bowl, folks. One bowl made of the castoffs from the huge nug of Papayahuasca. It hid behind me, knocked me out, and left me digging in the fridge for Thai leftovers at 5 a.m. In other words, I was wreckt with a t.
Do you also want to get wreckt? Well, you might want to move quickly. Papayahuasca rolls out this Friday, and I have a feeling this strain is going to get snatched off the shelf at lightning speed, just like all of Prohibition’s new strains.
Word to the wise, though: If you grab some, make sure you smoke this after all of your important tasks are done. Otherwise, good luck peeling yourself off the couch. Don’t call me when it happens. I have plans for the rest of this phat nug, which means I’ll be no help at all.