I learned a lesson this week: Sometimes it’s a good idea to roll the dice and let the experts call the shots … especially when it comes to the products from Dabble Extracts.
If you aren’t familiar with the name Dabble Extracts, it’s probably because these extracts are new to Prohibition. In fact, they’d just been put out on the floor a couple hours before I showed up. I knew almost nothing about them, and I like to live life on the edge (I’m lazy), so I let the friendly budtender choose my Dabble Extracts poison. He went with something called Madness Mix. Does it sound intimidating? Yes. Was it intimidating? Kind of, yes. But fun nonetheless.
I went at the Madness Mix alone and scooped up a huge chunk to throw in the vape pen because YOLO. The consistency of the extract was on point – it was waxy yet malleable, and I had no issue getting it on or off that tiny metal scooper used for such things. (Does that thing have a proper name?) It was super easy to throw that lovely yellow hunk onto the ceramic burner.
What wasn’t as easy, though, was inhaling the vapor. As I have mentioned like 406 times in other reviews, I’ve been dealing with the world’s shittiest cold, and I guess I still have the cough from it. Turns out it’s very hard to balance inhaling strong vapor from wax with a cough. I choked like a true weenie for real. I choked so much, in fact, that someone else in the house heard and brought me Nyquil. I didn’t bother to explain. I don’t need their judgment.
That vapor issue isn’t Dabble Extract’s fault though. It’s my stupid throat’s fault. What is Dabble Extract’s fault is how high I got, because it was very high. Very. Not that I’m complaining. It was probably less than five minutes after inhaling when it hit me – that feeling of a thousand pleasant needles poking up from under your skin, like every nerve and cell is on fire. You know what I’m talking about. It’s not unpleasant, but it is noticeable. Body high for real.
So I spent a while rockin’ that body high, which amused me to no end, before some crazy psychedelic biz kicked in. What do I mean by that, you ask? Oh, you know … I started hearing seagulls squawking or whatever. Like, I knew they weren’t real, cause I live in Durango and not Baja, but I still kept hearing this weird call of the ’gull, which seemed to come out of nowhere. I made a note that perhaps I was hearing that because I was reading about El Chapo, but that makes no sense to my sober mind. El Chapo has nothing to do with seagulls.
I also kept finding myself amused with the way bodies move. Every time someone tried to talk to me, I would stare at their arms and thinking about how grand our gestures can be, even when we’re doing mundane things like plugging in a phone charger. Like I said, I was super high.
Shortly after that, I decided maybe I needed to take my high ass to bed, because my eyes got really blurry and I could see weird light bursts that I couldn’t blink away, like my contacts were cloudy or something. But, as you may imagine, it wasn’t that simple, because while laying on my bed DID help resolve some of the laser eye issue, the movement of the bed also tripped me out. I was just laying there, eyes closed and enjoying the lack of cloudy vision, when I felt the bed move and 100 percent thought there was an earthquake. I jolted awake and laughed, aware that again, I’m in an area where that is not a likely possibility.
So, yeah. Between the trippy arm gestures, phantom seagulls, and faux earthquakes, Dabble Extracts was a fun ride. It’s a concentrate I think is worth the price tag – $25 or so – especially if the rest of their concentrates work as well as this one did.
DGO Pufnstuf
