You may not realize it by my incoherent ramblings in these reviews, but I am every bit of an introvert. I hate social situations, I cringe at the thought of having to meet new people, and I overthink everything I say out loud to other people.
In other words, it freaking blows.
I say this because it is very much out of my realm of comfort to talk a stranger’s ear off, but that’s precisely what happened when I smoked a bowl of Peanut Butter Breath, this issue’s review strain from Prohibition Herb.
Peanut Butter Breath is a newer addition to the lineup at Prohibition, but it’s not a new strain entirely. This strain is actually a hybrid that’s known for its sedating effects, and oddly enough, it had the exact opposite effect on me.
If you aren’t familiar with this strain, here’s what it is. Peanut Butter Breath is a cross between Do-Si-Dos and Mendo Breath, and it’s supposed to have a nutty and earthy terpene profile when you smoke it. It has a reputation for bringing on a state of chill and relaxation, and if I do say so myself, the little puffy nugs are just so freaking cute.
As I mentioned, though, that state of chill and relaxation didn’t manifest in me the way I thought it would.
I lit up a bowl of this strain right after I grabbed it from Prohibition, and I wasn’t quite sure what would be coming for me. The taste was indeed kind of earthy, but I’m not sure I got the nutty quality from it, however. Whatever it was, though, it was pleasant enough.
And, while I’ve learned over the years to go slow with Prohibition’s strains — they’re nearly always strong enough to knock me on my ass — I did not do that with this one. You see, I had plans that night to go to dinner at some fancy schmancy place, and the very thought of it was making me itch. Again, I hate social situations like these.
So, I did what any logical pot writer would do. I lit up a bowl of a strain I had never smoked before and had no idea how it would affect me instead.
That’s how I roll, obviously.
And, between my anxiety and the neutral but earthy taste of the strain, I went balls to the wall. We’re talking two bowls back to back, before I’d even bothered to get dressed.
Well, let me tell you. While that was indeed a gamble, it turns out I made the very best bet. The effects of this strain hit me fast and hard. I was a mumbly, fumbly mess after.
That made getting dressed a task, but an amusing one, so it was fine. I couldn’t work my fingers to button things, nor could I find it in me to care about how I looked. I was high, hungry, and, quite shockingly, ready to get the fancy dinner show on the gotdang road. Truffle fries were calling my name.
Problem is, it took me about 20 minutes just to get my pants on because of how high I was. I kept laughing at how dumb the whole thing was, but at no point did I feel overwhelmed with the social anxiety that comes from emerging into public.
And, I eventually got that movement of looping cloth over a button down pat, so that was good. I did not, in fact, have to leave my house pantless. That would have been horrifying, but at one point I did consider it.
Things got even more fun when I sat down at dinner. There was a table next to us filled with very boisterous, err, drunks, and they were loudly hypothesizing about some junk I can’t remember.
But, rather than cringe inwardly and pray for death, I joined in. I JOINED IN. I wasn’t timid, or horrified, or introverted. I was freaking ON, dudes.
In fact, I had what is quite possibly the worst case of motormouth I’ve ever had. I would not shut up. Every idea I had spurred a new one, and I switched from subject to subject with the swiftness.
It was like someone else inhabited my body temporarily, guys. I shit you not.
And, it just kept going. I talked, and talked, and talked some more. Thank beelzebub they were three sheets to the wind or I’d be horrified.
I also ate everything on the planet: truffle fries, a steak, potatoes, and a huge dessert. Let me live my stoner life, I guess.
What was super odd, though, was at no point did I feel chill or relaxed or sleepy. I wasn’t energetic either, though. I suppose I was just incensed.
It was like the walls of my introversion came down and everything I’d wanted to say I said, all at once and hopefully, once and for all. (OK, I don’t even know what that means but it sounds like it fits.)
And, I was still going, even after my belly was full of overpriced but delicious food. I could not stop.
It was such an odd and surreal ride. I almost can’t even describe it.
What I can tell you, though, is that I slept like a freaking baby when I got home, thanks to the weed and the food. Peanut Butter Breath may not have chilled me out at dinner, but it laid that heavy blanket on thick when the ride was over.
That ain’t a bad thing. And neither is getting so stoned I am uncontrollably chatty. I need something that rips down the social anxiety walls, and Peanut Butter Breath is like the key to that box.
How it does it, I don’t know. Whether it will do that for you, I don’t know. All I can tell you is that if you’re someone who loathes social situations, this strain is worth a shot. If you aren’t an introvert, you should still give it the old college try. I’d be curious to hear how everyone else feels about this strain.
To me, it’s proof that the only way to know what strains work for you is to try them out. Each experience is unique to you, and this one, while it didn’t follow the Peanut Butter Breath rules, was a pretty big win for me.