“I feel like I just got hit with a smoke truck right in the face.”
Those were not words I expected to be typing about a strain called Strawnana, which sounds so perky and inoffensive, yet here we are. In fact, that phrase is the first thing I saw when I opened my notes to write this review, which I needed cause — I’mma be honest with you — I don’t really remember shit.
I’m getting ahead of myself though. Before we go any further, let’s talk about what Strawnana is. Strawnana is a hybrid strain that you can find at Prohibition Herb, and its name – as you probably gathered – comes from the fact that it smells like a tropical fruit bowl. There are bananas, strawberries, and I guess if we’re talking about a Jamaican fruit bowl, there’s also the noticeably distinct scent of weed. Marley would be proud.
Anyway, Strawnana is the strain we were asked to review for Prohibition this week, and as you can see, it turned out to be as messy and fun as normal.
We picked up an 1/8 of this strain on a random weeknight, and I smoked a bowl or two of it with DGO’s now-retired second weed reviewer, Blaze Ridcully, in honor of their move to Boulder. While we noticed the strong smell of fruit, we didn’t taste it – probably because we were too busy coughing and laughing to care. The first few hits were pretty mellow – I couldn’t feel myself getting stoned, so we just kept going – but shortly after we cashed the second bowl, I was stoned out of my actual brain. I felt this invisible woosh of stoned energy hit my face, and it was all over from there. I was awake, amused, and completely too chatty.
And I do mean chatty. I have no idea what I was talking about, but I know I was talking a lot – mostly because my notes tried to capture the conversation but failed greatly. In the midst of talking, though, that high kicked in even further and I felt like my head was going to roll “off my shoulders.” Apparently the stoned version of me forgets that necks exist. I do vaguely remember this feeling, but it’s mostly a blur.
I can’t say for sure, but I feel like Blaze was dealing with the same running-mouth-but-no-comprehension syndrome, because I definitely remember them informing me that they watched “Friday” after taking an edible recently and the movie felt like it was six hours long. It was like everyone was talking about literally nothing, yet it made sense to all of us in that moment. Just part of why being stoned is awesome. You can spew a bunch of nonsense and no one cares.
Anyway, we talked over each other for what felt like 16 hours before finally settling into the high and chilling out. And when I say chilling out, I mean it. We all became one with our respective chairs and couches, and I remember being super mesmerized with the loading bar on my phone as it slowly creeped forward to connect to some website. (Broadband SUCKS.) By the time it made the trek from loading to full ass website, I was done. Kaput. Down for the count. Asleep.
So, yeah. Strawnana was a fun, fuzzy ride – one that hit me right in the face, made Blaze talk nonsense, and then relaxed me to the point of amusement with the loading bar on my phone. But don’t take my word for it. Think about the facts. If a strain can make it fun to watch a website load, you know it’s killer.