strain: Mexican Honey (indoor)
cs: De Supermarkt
€: 9.20/gr
odor: green tea and garlic
A pleasant smoke that tastes of garlic and leather.
This stuff clears the head. It’s evicted the funk the Durban’s left behind, and I’ve entered a positive frame of mind. As I sit here in my room, I’d venture to say I’d like to take this one for a walk, although it’s too dark for that now.
… okay, let me amend that last thought. Going for a walk is definitely out. Just now I went out on the balcony to get some fresh air, and looking out at an apartment building a few hundred meters away, I noticed the silhouettes of people running around behind the curtains. Or are they outlines of trees bending in the wind? Whoa.
The Mexican Honey has gained steam, and I’m happy I’m not doing anything active. It is spooky. It's kinda trippy. I can hear coots (those dark grey ducks with the white beaks) clucking outside in the wet darkness. The soft, recognizable sound is welcome, actually, since it’s helping me keep my mind properly tethered ... Back in the room again, I’ve turned on the TV and found what appears to be a 1960s documentary about South Africa. The black and white footage shows activists (?) speaking quietly to unseen interviewers. Listening to Dutch – when the stress of incidental communication at Albert Heijn is out of the picture – is wonderful.
I haven’t experienced a freaky high like this in a long time. The voice of the commentator pulls me in. I can feel the puff of cool air coming in from the balcony and hear the murmur of traffic coming from the city. I sense creative possibility in the mere act of observing things.
You know what, fuck it. Now that I have a handle on the high, I’d love to take this experience out into the greater world. I’d just try to avoid people. It’s somewhat trippy, and it strips the ordinariness from the ordinary. Unusual herb, this Mexican Honey.
