Why Does It Seem Like THC or CBD in Isolation Does Not Work as Well as Normal Flower?
There I was, holding a tiny dropper of pure THC distillate, about to find out if the hype was real. This clear oil supposedly had 90% THC, the heavy hitter…
Sorry, I didn’t understand that. Please enter your name and email address so I can connect you with an admin.
There I was, holding a tiny dropper of pure THC distillate, about to find out if the hype was real. This clear oil supposedly had 90% THC, the heavy hitter…
I’m flat on my back on my friend’s carpet, convinced that I’ve forgotten how to breathe. My heart is hammering like a punk drummer, my mouth is drier than the…
The brownie I just ate is innocently staring at me from the wrapper. Chocolatey, chewy, harmless-looking… and loaded with 500 milligrams of THC. “I don’t feel anything yet,” I think…
I’m crouched on a dimly lit balcony at 2 AM, watching a friend expertly sprinkle shredded tobacco into a pile of sticky green on a rolling paper. In the glow…
Walking into a modern dispensary can feel like stepping into an adult candy store run by stand-up comedians. “Purple Monkey Balls,” “Gorilla Glue,” “Girl Scout Cookies,” “Alaskan Thunderfk,” “Schweddy Balls”…
He was charming, he was notorious, and he had more aliases than a character in a spy novel. In the covert corners of 1980s drug lore, the name “Mr. Nice”…
On a chilly Oregon evening, I find myself in my cluttered garage that smells of both old books and fresh herb. In one hand, I’m holding a well-worn copy of…
I’m sitting cross-legged on a Persian rug, a smoldering joint in hand, eyes closed. In my mind’s eye, the smoke transforms into a time-traveling carpet, whisking me through the ages.…
I still remember the first time I heard the word “cannabinoids.” It was late at night in a hazy Amsterdam coffee shop, and a dreadlocked fellow patron was rhapsodizing about…
I’m in a friend’s garage, hunched over a glass rig that looks like it belongs in a science lab. There’s a blowtorch in one hand and a tiny dab tool…
It’s midnight in Barcelona’s El Raval district, and I’m standing outside an unmarked heavy wooden door. A faint smell of weed and the muffled bass of music leak onto the…
I step out of a local legal dispensary, purchase in hand, and catch myself instinctively hiding the little green exit bag as an elderly couple walks by. Old habits die…
I never thought I’d see the day when a cannabis CEO’s post would pop up on my LinkedIn feed – yet here I am, sipping my morning Red Bull while…
It’s a cold, drizzly night on the University of Washington campus, and I’m chasing a ghost story. They say that in the early ’90s a UW grad student stole a…
The first purple bud I ever saw looked like forbidden fruit. A friend handed me a nug so violet it seemed unreal – deep purple streaks running through the green.…
If any strain comes stamped with “Top Secret,” it’s G13. This cultivar’s backstory is one of the wildest in weed lore – a tale of government experiments and daring escapes.…
Picture Northern California in the 90s: I’m in a smoky circle deep in the redwoods when a dreadlocked grower hands me a nug and says, “This is Trinity – careful,…
I’m on a sun-baked farm in the hills, watching an old-timer named Hank roll a joint from a jar labeled “1978 Afghani #1.” The first puff tastes like history –…
I’m sitting on the steps of the U.S. Capitol on a grey afternoon, a faint smell of weed from an activist’s vape pen mixing with the whiff of political BS…
I’m high in the Swiss Alps – and I mean that both literally and figuratively. Picture this: I’m hiking above a valley in Switzerland, crisp mountain air filling my lungs,…