I am not going to lie to you guys. Most edibles gross me out or put me into a freaking weed version of a K-hole that I never want to venture into again when it’s over. I don’t know why my stupid body reacts like that to THC in edible form vs. the delightful way it reacts to THC that is smoked or vaporized, but I guess that’s the way the gods made me. YOLO or something.
I’ve tried to come to terms with (or perhaps even overcome) my general trepidation at the very idea of ingesting an edible, but so far, I haven’t leveled up to that point. I’ve had plenty of edibles that were fine or, dare I say, good, but a couple of bad trips – including one that caused me to be unable to recognize my own freaking family member – have me forever scarred.
I need to find a therapist who specializes in weed trauma or something, though, because most edibles are fine. I’m just a chicken. So, when The Green House in Durango asked me to review an Edibar, a THC-infused candy bar, I was quietly panicking.
And, as usual, it turns out that I overreacted, because after downing said Edibar (part of it, anyway), I am here to tell you that there is no reason to panic. I know I’m not the only anti-edible pot enthusiast out there, and if any other edible haters are out there, I am here to tell you that Edibars are where it’s freaking AT.
So, there are a ton of different Edibar flavors available, but the one I grabbed was creme brulee flavored. I wasn’t sure which to go with – the bananas foster bar sounded good as hell too – but ultimately the creme brulee bar won. And, it was a good default choice on my part, as I found out a short time later when I ate it.
Well, to be fair, when I gave a friend a piece to eat. I also ate one 10 mg square of the weed bar, but as I mentioned in my Prohibition review, I recently recovered from COVID. Overall, I’m fine, but my taste buds and sense of smell are not. I can’t really taste things very well, which means I had to have someone else taste this bar to make sure it was good.
And, turns out it was. They loved it. The tastes of toasted sugar and sweet creme brulee were on point, and the Edibar even had bits of caramelized sugar on top. I couldn’t detect the taste of weed in the bar, but more importantly, neither could my friend, what with their working taste buds and all. (Show-offs.)
The effects were just as good as (I’m told) the candy bar tasted, too. It kicked in for my friend in about half an hour, and I started to feel the effects at about that time, too. And, like the flavor of the Edibar, the effects were perfect. I felt mellow, relaxed, but not overly high. I could also still recognize other humans, which was pretty chill. I don’t like being high enough to lose that ability.
What was even nicer, though, was that the effects of this Edibar weren’t lingering in the way the effects of other edibles have been. It kicked in quickly, and that mellowed out feeling lasted for a few hours afterward before packing up its bags and exiting my brain stage right.
There wasn’t a huge crash afterward, either. I just felt kinda high but super mellow for a while and then back to normal a while later. Pretty freaking pro.
I need to start giving edibles more credit. They’ve come a long way from those homemade pot brownies that scared the shit out of me, and Edibars are proof. They taste great, they have super chill but noticeable effects, and didn’t hurl me off the edge of that sober cliff like I feared.
The only downside is that if my taste buds were working, I know I would have been tempted to eat the whole bar. Creme brulee is freaking delicious, and if my taste buds were functioning, I wouldn’t have been able to fight the urge. Without them, though, this was a perfect fit.