crazyhorse73
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The first plant I grew was in the late 1980's. It was bagseed, unknown origins. I dug a hole put in composted straw and chicken shit, and wood ashes. In southern Victoria Australia this plant was still going May 20. It was grown on the wrong side of the hill and only got a few hours of sunshine every day. Very small and delicately branched. Easy trimmer, sparseley leafed. Just a beautiful plant. Well-spaced, small marble size buds that were incredibly sticky, almost pointless using scissors, one of those ones where you are trying to pack a bowl but it keeps coming back out on the ends of your fingers, you almost have to wipe it off into the bowl. Lime green when growing but turning darker when it matured. Purple when dried. It suffered bad wilting quite a few times. I cut it at the date mentioned, let it hang. No cure just three weeks hanging in a shed. Anyone that smoked it who didn't have a tolerance turned into a mummy. Literally for three or four hours. One bong rip. Drool coming from their mouths etc. Not a word out of them. Admittedly the bong had a trumpet mouthpiece for a cone and was a peanut butter jar with a bamboo mouthpiece (a classic in all respects). But for those with a tolerance it was like a beautiful dark thick lung expanding berry hit of flavour that just shifted you into the most wonderful high. Real red eye but it made me see the funny side of everything and made you feel, well, centered is probably the best word. Happy within yourself. Big old grin. The cares of the world just falling away and so incredibly strong. Been searching for it ever since. Narcotic in strength. Could definitely be used for kicking serious drug habits kind of strong.
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