Meanwhile, back in the Peoples' Socialist Confederation of Kanuckistan, I did go to a -legal- weed shop, to buy -legal-weed. I did enter and was confronted with the brightness of all white with glass shelves and millennials standing all starry eyed, invading my train of thought and focus with inane questions in the form of social niceities. Strange Icons and weird hippy lingo adored the small rectangles denoting the strains, THC content, and so on. I recognized none but one name.. "Boaty McBoatface". I knew of this strain but could not recall if I had tried it and it was the only thing I was familiar with.
As a side note ;""Boaty McBoatface" is also the name of one of our Icebreakers in the Arctic.
Arriving home with square black container with all sorts of info on it's side plus the duty paid seal, I opened said container and was greeted with a smell I recognized and had deliberately forgotten.
The earthy compost smell assailed my olfactory senses like baba with a rug beater, and when i ground it up, it smelled like turnips. I *loathe* turnips.
Upon lightning the bowl I was greeted with a taste that can only be described as how moldy books smell.
In the light of fairness, it does kill pain and gets you mind stoned rather quickly.
I give "Boaty McBoatface" 2 out of 5 pot leafs. Will not buy again.
I’m on the skunk this week, dunno why I just feel like it, smoked a joint before I remembered my doctor appointment at 11, ho well I’ll just fall in her office stoned as always, fuck your blood pressure monitor.