You know that song from the Disney movie, “Dumbo” – the one that goes a little something like, “Casey Jones is coming down the track, with a smokey stack?” Well, that little ditty is quite fitting for this week’s strain review of – you guessed it – Casey Jones.
Then again, so is the Grateful Dead song entitled “Casey Jones,” what with its lyrics, “Casey Jones you better watch your speed, trouble ahead, trouble behind, and you know that notion just crossed my mind.” (I really just wanted to quote a Grateful Dead song. Please ignore the cocaine reference. It has nothing to do with this review.)
Both songs are about the famous train engineer, Casey Jones, who died during a dramatic train wreck in 1900 while trying to save his passengers. The reason both of these songs are fitting is because the weed version of ol’ Casey Jones, a sativa with genetics that come from a cross between Oriental Express x East Coast Sour Diesel, is a smoky, little-engine-that-could wonder of a strain. As with the actual Casey Jones, this strain will become a hero in your cannabis book.
And, as you might have guessed, the East Coast Sour Diesel gives Casey Jones a bit of a gasoline smell, which is a fitting scent, considering its namesake. Casey Jones’ scent is much more pleasant than straight ECSD (which is fantastic but reeks), though. The buds from this strain are massive and dense, and the qualities it gleans from Oriental Express help mask the gasoline smell from the Sour Diesel with a cutting, earthy tone, with just a hint of citrus thrown in for good measure. If your weed has to smell slightly like gasoline, you want a bit of those citrus and hay pleasantries in there to mask it. Trust.
And, you know, the effects are just as train-like. It’s no wonder this strain is one of the most popular over at Prohibition, the dispensary that so kindly hooks us up with weed to review each week. A few puffs of Casey Jones and you’ll feel like that old talkative, social butterfly train has pulled into the station, which is a great feeling for everyone, but a huge plus for those of us who are socially awkward and slightly agoraphobic. Hard pass on the social biz most days.
In other words, this strain made me chatterbox-y as hell, which I greatly appreciated (although I’m sure the folks I smoked with would beg to differ). I was no longer trapped inside my own head, and wanted to talk about everything, from work (gag) to why Durango has no bubble tea shop. Is is that hard to get some tapioca in Southwest Colorado?
Perhaps. But what isn’t hard is finding an affinity for this strain. It’s a very good sativa, one that does precisely what you would hope it to do. It’s a jolt of good-natured energy, and leads to a proper head high and a serious case of the giggles. My abs still hurt from laughing at … well, everything. Apparently I find myself quite amusing while high.
I also find Casey Jones quite amusing, in case that wasn’t clear. I’m not sure how you could dislike this strain, to be honest. It isn’t a racy sativa, and it didn’t make me the slightest bit paranoid either.
If you’re a sativa person, you should grab some Casey Jones (if it isn’t already a staple in your stash). This train, with its smoky stack, can pull into my station any day. Choo-choo!