ortega_seeker
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Seven year old Neville's haze trichomes stored in a vial flushed with liquid Nitrogen then stashed in a cold seller for 5 years and a freezer for 2. In all honesty this batch was so old because it was just so freaking strong I just put it away for a while.. too many deep introspective evenings on the couch broken only by the occasional check in from my wife to make sure I could still speak.
Remembering the serious spacing neville's haze hash run neat through the bubbler could reap on a person I decided maybe something a little on the lighter side.. a joint?? Seemed a little extravagant for such priceless material.. "seven years though" a little voice said.. "you deserve it for showing such will power" it continued persuasively. Once the decision had been made, the choice for the partner was simple.. some well cured nugs from an old Northern Lights clone still running strong (but a little low on vigour) in a few select gardens since about 87. So this was it.. a joint to end all before it.. the two pinnacle cuts of my decades long obsession joined together, their elite genetics getting mashed together in the ultra thin zigzag fusing together into something only a lucky few will ever have opportunity to experience.
A match carefully burned until not a hint of sulphur remained.. touched to the twisted end.. immediately, incense cut with leather and meat tones and touch of hash flickered across the tongue, milder than I remember and very smooth but still definately HAZE! On the exhale something else emerges.. something not from earth.. a taste that after over a decade I still cannnot put words to.. the NL clone,, maybe this is what people refer to as the "juniper smell of NL2" I don't know, and now synapses going off like crazy as it kicks in.. wife staring at me laughing a little at me sitting on the edge of the bathtub staring in deep contemplation at the glowing cherry in pure admiration; "why does it smell like liver or bacon or something in here" she says... "Cold aged Haze bubble" is my answer, words fading out at the end as I take another hit.
"Isn't that the stuff you always used to accidentally smoke WAY too much of because it took a while to kick in? she says. Fuck!! forgot that part!!! and 3/4 of the way through already.. better put it out and wait for a bit.. first though just one last puff just to observe how the aging had mellowed the pine from the nevilles haze a bit. yeah I was right definately less pine.. interesting that the incence remains so strong.. As soon as I felt the lung expansion I knew I had gone too far.. that last puff.. subtle flashes went off in my head as everything lurched in a new direction, a wave of haze crashes over me.. Raining outside but looks calming and my brain is racing just having emerged from under another wave so strong it was almost nauseating.. outside on the deck the sound of the forest and patter of rain seem to put me in some kind of synch with the surroundings... as the haze fades a bit, the deep penetrating indica numbness running down my spine from the NL bud become more noticeable sinking me deeper into the night. Wife comes onto the deck wondering why I am sitting in the rain.. "yeah it is the stuff that I always smoke way too much" I say calmly, unaware whether the question had been asked a few moments ago or much much longer.
Remembering the serious spacing neville's haze hash run neat through the bubbler could reap on a person I decided maybe something a little on the lighter side.. a joint?? Seemed a little extravagant for such priceless material.. "seven years though" a little voice said.. "you deserve it for showing such will power" it continued persuasively. Once the decision had been made, the choice for the partner was simple.. some well cured nugs from an old Northern Lights clone still running strong (but a little low on vigour) in a few select gardens since about 87. So this was it.. a joint to end all before it.. the two pinnacle cuts of my decades long obsession joined together, their elite genetics getting mashed together in the ultra thin zigzag fusing together into something only a lucky few will ever have opportunity to experience.
A match carefully burned until not a hint of sulphur remained.. touched to the twisted end.. immediately, incense cut with leather and meat tones and touch of hash flickered across the tongue, milder than I remember and very smooth but still definately HAZE! On the exhale something else emerges.. something not from earth.. a taste that after over a decade I still cannnot put words to.. the NL clone,, maybe this is what people refer to as the "juniper smell of NL2" I don't know, and now synapses going off like crazy as it kicks in.. wife staring at me laughing a little at me sitting on the edge of the bathtub staring in deep contemplation at the glowing cherry in pure admiration; "why does it smell like liver or bacon or something in here" she says... "Cold aged Haze bubble" is my answer, words fading out at the end as I take another hit.
"Isn't that the stuff you always used to accidentally smoke WAY too much of because it took a while to kick in? she says. Fuck!! forgot that part!!! and 3/4 of the way through already.. better put it out and wait for a bit.. first though just one last puff just to observe how the aging had mellowed the pine from the nevilles haze a bit. yeah I was right definately less pine.. interesting that the incence remains so strong.. As soon as I felt the lung expansion I knew I had gone too far.. that last puff.. subtle flashes went off in my head as everything lurched in a new direction, a wave of haze crashes over me.. Raining outside but looks calming and my brain is racing just having emerged from under another wave so strong it was almost nauseating.. outside on the deck the sound of the forest and patter of rain seem to put me in some kind of synch with the surroundings... as the haze fades a bit, the deep penetrating indica numbness running down my spine from the NL bud become more noticeable sinking me deeper into the night. Wife comes onto the deck wondering why I am sitting in the rain.. "yeah it is the stuff that I always smoke way too much" I say calmly, unaware whether the question had been asked a few moments ago or much much longer.
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