
Basjoe's OG 18 Special Hash
"Got your pipe?" James asked me with a big grin after I have him a warm hug.
"Yup yup." I reached in my purse and pulled it out. While James walked back behind the counter. I passed him the piece as he pulled something wrapped in brown waxed paper out of the drawer. He put a screen in my piece and crumbled something between his fingers.
"This is my favorite stuff right now." I could tell by the light in his eyes that he meant it. I sparked the bowl and my mouth filled with an amazing funky sour-lime flavor. I could feel a warm stone start to press behind my eyes at the same time all of my muscles loosened a bit in the most pleasant way. The smoke was smooth and light in my lungs.
As I slowly exhaled the air was filled with the most amazing aromatic kush aroma. My mouth tasted funky skunk, rosemary and a flinty lime flavor.
I hit it again quickly, because I wanted to taste it again. I couldn't believe a hash was so tasty. Like the best cured cleanest weed I had ever smoked. Where was the flavor hiding in that tiny crumble? There didn't seem room for it. Fortunately the flavor lingered, as did the amazing smell in the air. I wanted to rub that hash all over me.
I exhaled the second hit, a smile spreading across my face as I met James' expectant eyes. "Love, this is so good it's unreal."
Mellow, warm, stoney, friendly, social. If I could only smoke one thing for the rest of my life, it would be this, and that's saying a lot coming from this unrepentant pot ho. Who would believe that a hash has stolen my heart?
But then, this is no ordinary hash.

Because life is too short to smoke bad bud.