Indicas tend to go two ways for me. Either I’m a paranoid mess who can’t move and is convinced everyone knows I’m high, or I’m a sleepy mess who can’t move and knows everyone else knows I’m high but doesn’t care. I much prefer the latter and was thankful to come across a strain this week that didn’t lead me down the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
Cue the Ice Cream Cake. No, not the dessert. This particular form of Ice Cream Cake was the strain we picked up from our friends at The Green House in Durango.
Let’s dig into this strain then, shall we? Ice Cream Cake is an indica-dominant combo between Wedding Cake and Gelato #33, hence the name. These pretty little numbers are covered with icy trichomes and are a spring shade of light green with a rainbow of dark green and orange flecks. The buds smell divine – sweet, peppery, and piney with hints of vanilla. I ask you to come up with a better smelling strain. I dare you.
As this is an indica-dominant strain with a 32.89% amount of THC and THCa, chances are you’re not going to be real inspired to clean your house after smoking this so we suggest lighting a bowel before you’re planning to go to bed or couch lock in front of the TV. That’s what we did anyway, but we’re never not ready to sit in front of the TV or go to bed.
My roommate and I lit up in the bathroom (don’t ask) and when it was my turn to take a hit from our handy dandy dry herb vape, I was smacked down with an uncontrollable coughing fit and what felt like fire rising from my chest to my throat. Ya know, the good stuff.
We spent most of the time geeking out over this strain. The buds are so pretty to look at after all, especially when you’re stoned. Ice Cream Cake also happens to add in a smattering of euphoria and thus turned us into worthless piles who couldn’t stop laughing which, as you can imagine, drove our sober roommates nuts.
After a while, however, the laughing fits wore off and was replaced by a heavy blanket of paralysis much to the relief of our roommates. Unfortunately, moving from my spot on the couch to quench my horrible case of cottonmouth seemed impossibly difficult. It didn’t help that I was still coughing every now and then from our smoke sesh and getting the stink eye from my roommates for borderline choking while watching “Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse,” (which it turns out is a GREAT option when you’re stoned). I’m sorry for EVERYTHING, guys – especially for trying to sing along to the soundtrack.
Eventually, however, the indica won out as it always does and I pulled a disappearing act on my roommates. It turns out, I am the master of Irish goodbyes when I’m stoned. Goodbye, social etiquette. My brain has one goal in mind after a long evening of smoking and it’s how fast will I fall asleep when my head hits the pillow.
Turns out, real friggin’ fast and hard with the added bonus of a much needed dreamless sleep. No weird, vivid, COVID-19 dreams for me! No, ma’am, because I don’t know about the rest of
If you’re a fan of indicas, sleeping, laughing, butterflies, and rainbows you best hunt down your own stash of Ice Cream Cake. You’ll most likely find yourself laughing your ass off before exhausting yourself into drooling all over your pillows.
Sir Blaze Ridcully