I have company in town, and one of the things I like to do when I have company in town – provided they are folks who imbibe – is get their unbiased opinion on what we’re reviewing that week. It’s always nice to have someone other than me weigh in. I do this stuff on the reg and it’s nice to have a well-rounded review. My company was lucky this time around, because they got to help out with my review of Sour Cherry Diesel Shatter from Newt Brothers. It’s a sativa hybrid shatter made from a mix of Prohibition Herb’s killer Cherry Diesel strain, along with some of their sour strains, like Super Sour Lemon and East Coast Sour Diesel (the literal bomb).
Good shatter that’s the right consistency, to me, is one of the easiest concentrates to work with, especially if you have a dab pen that you can just stick right in there. No sticky dabber tool to work with or coils to avoid. And this Sour Cherry, my friends, was good ass shatter. It looked like golden-colored rock candy, and smelled even better than that sugary junk of childhood. We couldn’t wait to try it out.
Yet we did, friends. We did wait to try it out, for reasons not worth explaining, and we didn’t end up sticking our faces into the Sour Cherry shatter until about 11:30 p.m. on a Thursday night. The first response from everyone taking part was the same across the board: this stuff tastes phenomenal and is so smooth. Because it was so smooth and tasty, though, we just kept on inhaling hit after hit, which may I reiterate was happening at an hour close to midnight. No choking from anyone; just long, deep draws of some seriously good concentrate. After burning through a large chunk of the shatter, we all went our separate ways to get some rest.
Well, to TRY and get some rest. Apparently this shatter is a sativa in every sense of the word, and I was awake as hell at an hour past midnight, my brain jumping from thought to thought with “brilliant” weed-inspired ideas that will probably make me millions one day. Useful thoughts like how I want to figure out how to start a cult and how I still know all the words to MXPX’s “Bremerton,” even though I haven’t heard it in years. The time ticked away as I sat there, wide awake, with bursts of genius popping into my brain at will. I probably should not have smoked so much of that shatter at midnight.
And my friends shouldn’t have either, cause they were apparently up doing the same thing in another room. First thing they said to me the next morning was, “Hey. Were you uh, super awake after smoking that shatter? Cause I was up for hours with some 21 Pilots song stuck in my head. So … thanks for that.” Turns out we should have ALL thought twice about smoking it at midnight, cause sativas gon’ sativa, I guess.
Just because we shouldn’t have smoked it at midnight doesn’t mean YOU shouldn’t smoke it, though, especially at a decent hour. This stuff is rad as shit and a big kick in the motivation station, even at hours when you should be completely depleted of interest in, well, anything. It even helped crush the sleep deprivation we should have been feeling the next day from the MXPX-induced lack of rest.
So learn a lesson and be smart, friends. Grab you some of this shatter and then hide it from yourself after 10 p.m. so you don’t turn into a stoned gremlin. Smoke it the rest of the day instead. That will be a choice you won’t regret.
DGO Pufnstuf
