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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Sinclair_(poet)De Pijp Show: Quiky hits Katsu, Papillon, Media (and 420)
I always though it was the John Sinclair from here: http://www.radiofreeamsterdam.com/quiky wrote:TwoCanucks: It sounds like you have insight into the matter. Is the strain's namesake the John Sinclair mentioned in Lennon's Some Time in New York City?
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http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Sinclair_(poet)
Being pedantic and knobbish since 1972
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HasjDreamer
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Boner: Very interesting ... After a bit of Googling (I knew nothing of the name's significance until TwoCanucks brought it up), I've come to believe the John SInclair of Radio Free Amsterdam and the poet mentioned in the Lennon song are one and the same person. Apparently his arrest in 1969 for selling marijuana made him a cause célèbre. You'll recognize him from the recent photo shown in this bio:
http://www.answers.com/topic/john-sinclair-poet
HasjDreamer: The Amsterdam School of Architecture? That's a beautiful sentiment :)
http://www.answers.com/topic/john-sinclair-poet
HasjDreamer: The Amsterdam School of Architecture? That's a beautiful sentiment :)
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Interesting report Q and wild pics...yeah,i got the same vibe in Club Media when i finally found it last April...seems an extremely local shop,who aren't exactly ecstatic about cannatourists...but their Pot of Gold was fuckin' incredible 
...so I'll deffo be back for that... 
...so I'll deffo be back for that... "That cats something i can't explain"
Darkglobe: It's enlightening to hear about your experiences at Club Media. I was just in and out of the place (although I had been considering sitting down), so my interpretation of the scene was based a passing exchange. As for the pics, they're just photos of Amsterdam. Amsterdam is like a race horse: It's tough to take a bad photo of either.
Always been like this especially before the paint job!darkglobe wrote:Interesting report Q and wild pics...yeah,i got the same vibe in Club Media when i finally found it last April...seems an extremely local shop,who aren't exactly ecstatic about cannatourists...but their Pot of Gold was fuckin' incredible
Stenman: I'm a weekend smoker, so keep that in mind ... I'd say Eco Skunk is a moderately strong hoot -- somewhat stronger than what I'm looking for before a trot around town. If you're looking for a numb scalp, a scalp that feels like it's humming, and you like a tingling warmth to course around your body, this one's for you. It weighed me down a bit as it wound down.
Now I regret framing the atmosphere at Club Media as anything less than positive. All the people there, including the budtender, were amicable. I guess I had been spoiled by my experiences at 420, Papillon and Katsu (where the staff bent over backwards for me), and was a victim of my own timidity in a new place. The next time I'm in town, I intend to take Darkglobe's advice and head back there for the Pot of Gold.
Now I regret framing the atmosphere at Club Media as anything less than positive. All the people there, including the budtender, were amicable. I guess I had been spoiled by my experiences at 420, Papillon and Katsu (where the staff bent over backwards for me), and was a victim of my own timidity in a new place. The next time I'm in town, I intend to take Darkglobe's advice and head back there for the Pot of Gold.
I came to 420 on a mission: I was there for the NYCD and the Blueberry. I had never tried NYCD (but had read the hype), and I wanted to compare some certified Blueberry to the euphoric wonder weed (said to be Blueberry) that I had back home. Denizens of the ACD boards have praised the coffeeshop's renditions of both these strains. Hence there I was, padding self-consciously into 420's pub-like darkness.
I asked the budtender (very young, very quiet and very courteous) for the goods, paid and left.
My, the NYCD … I smoked it at the hotel as soon as I checked in. It was only two in the afternoon. I had wondered whether the NYCD, then beginning to slide along the contours of my central nervous system, would allow me to function well enough to step out and explore the De Pijp.
I needn't have worried. The buzz was clean, cool and calming. Calming and 'awake.' I walked down Van Baerlestraat towards Sarphatipark. I took in the willowy Dutch, riding their bikes to real destinations, all dressed in threads that are simultaneously restrained and boutique … How the hell do they do it? The cafes, the architectural detail, the grandparents who look ten times cooler than anyone I hang out with … What does it feel like to be part of a culture that has been refined to its culmination? Gad.
I've called the high 'cool,' and I used that word for a reason. Along with the alert tranquility, NYCD filled me with a melancoly. Maybe it was a function of the jet lag, or a projection of my own psychological state, but I felt it. It was a gentle sadness that complimented by the weed's energizing effect. The result was exquisite.
I wouldn't say 420's NYCD was a smoke that said WOW; for me there was no nutty laughter, no new insights, no trippy-ness. It was strange in that it induced little interest in food, music and sex. Yet it was remarkable stuff. The high gave the senses a subtle kick – without any raciness. I can't think of a nicer way to bring out the color of the city.
Get some and see Amsterdam.
I asked the budtender (very young, very quiet and very courteous) for the goods, paid and left.
My, the NYCD … I smoked it at the hotel as soon as I checked in. It was only two in the afternoon. I had wondered whether the NYCD, then beginning to slide along the contours of my central nervous system, would allow me to function well enough to step out and explore the De Pijp.
I needn't have worried. The buzz was clean, cool and calming. Calming and 'awake.' I walked down Van Baerlestraat towards Sarphatipark. I took in the willowy Dutch, riding their bikes to real destinations, all dressed in threads that are simultaneously restrained and boutique … How the hell do they do it? The cafes, the architectural detail, the grandparents who look ten times cooler than anyone I hang out with … What does it feel like to be part of a culture that has been refined to its culmination? Gad.
I've called the high 'cool,' and I used that word for a reason. Along with the alert tranquility, NYCD filled me with a melancoly. Maybe it was a function of the jet lag, or a projection of my own psychological state, but I felt it. It was a gentle sadness that complimented by the weed's energizing effect. The result was exquisite.
I wouldn't say 420's NYCD was a smoke that said WOW; for me there was no nutty laughter, no new insights, no trippy-ness. It was strange in that it induced little interest in food, music and sex. Yet it was remarkable stuff. The high gave the senses a subtle kick – without any raciness. I can't think of a nicer way to bring out the color of the city.
Get some and see Amsterdam.
Great read quiky. I understand what you're saying about Club Media, one of my favorites. The budtender was way stoned when I was there. I asked for a sativa and he paused and looked confused. I said "How about the Silver Haze?" He said "Oh yeah", then we both laughed. A few young guys hanging out in the front room being kinda loud, but no biggie. My wife really liked this shop, for the music (reggae, hip hop, r&b) and the coffee. I liked the Hindu Kush and good prices.