I woke from a hard sleep to the clamor of happy people on the street below my apartment. My mind drifting and my eyes closed, I rolled over and snuggled into my mr. Breathing in his soft warm smell relaxed me even further and I tried to be still and fall back to sleep, but energy was already crackling through me.
When the urge to wiggle became overwhelming, I cracked open my eyes to see the soft light of dawn suffusing the room. Not wanting to wake DrJ, I pulled on my pajamas as quietly as I could, and grabbed some clothes for later. It wasn’t even 7am when I walked into the living room, and the festivities were just starting to die down outside my window.
Thinking that I would try to go back to sleep I packed a bowl of the Vanilla Kush. Remembering to take a delicate hit, I savored the grippy expanse of the fragrant smoke in my lungs. A pleasant, drifty warmth suffused my body and the little twinge in my back seemed to fade away. I stretched out on the couch, watching the action on the street below. The doner shop downstairs, which had gotten such high marks from the boys, was clearly a local favorite and people continued to come and go below.
After about twenty minutes I was still awake, so I decided to smoke another bowl of the sweet kush. I spent the next fifteen minutes watching the sky turn a vibrant blue, and I just felt too good to go back to sleep. Instead I started taking pictures of and sampling all of the goodies in my stash.
Amnesia’s Vanilla Kush
Despite the fact that I hadn’t hit the ground until after three o’clock yesterday, I had managed to pick up an impressive collection, several of which I hadn’t even smoked yet. Thank goodness I had a team with me. A half ounce of nine different varieties, not a bad first evening. More smoking today is an absolute necessity, I decided with a grin. The only thing in my stash that I had finished off was the first three grams of Basjoe’s cheese, which seemed to literally disappear.
I was surprised to discover that the Purple Kush was still good, despite my misgivings about Bushdoctor’s. While not the strongest smelling, it still had a distinctive spicy herbal aroma, with notes of grapes, coriander, and lavender. There was a kush undertone, that kind of smelled like gym socks. Yum. The smoke was pleasantly dank in the mouth as well, with grape candy accents. This time, it was the second bud that I smoked, which is as close to sober as I get in Amsterdam. The effects were still moderately strong, and it still had a warm, narcotic stone. I wasn’t in much pain, but I get the sense that this would have taken care of all of it. I kind of felt like I had been wrapped in fluffy warm towels after smoking it.
Bushdoctor’s Purple Kush
It was foggier and less visual then the Vanilla Kush, and it quickly induced some munchies that had me heading towards the kitchen. Mmmm… Coffee… only I couldn’t find the coffee filters. I swore I had seen some yesterday, but I couldn’t seem to locate them. I briefly contemplated running to the store, but fuck it, I’d rather smoke another bowl, so I poured some milk in my coffee mug and grabbed a banana.
I was halfway back to the couch, debating between trying the Cherry Berry and Chocolope, neither of which I had tasted yet, versus moving to something Sativa since the sun was coming up, when I took a big swig of milk. I had to harness all of my (very limited) self control to keep from spitting the milk all over the living room. Horrible sourness filled my mouth.
“What the hell?” I thought to myself, is the fridge broken? Is the milk sour? I peered into the cup, confused that I didn’t see any curdled chunks, because if the milk tasted this bad it must be seriously spoiled. Then I remembered that last evening DrJ had helped me with the shopping. When we were in the check-out line I realized I had forgotten to get milk for coffee. (Why I remembered that and not napkins or coffee filters, will remain a mystery of stoned shopping). DrJ had been nice enough to go back and pickup a liter… of buttermilk.
Basjoe’s Heaven Haze
Tallying up all of the things I was missing I decided that a trip out might be in order, which conveniently solved my Indica/Sativa dilemma. Out=Up. Heaven haze. Mmmm. This time, I swear I could smell and taste an undercurrent of coconuts in addition to the lemons and sweet haze perfume. In between puffs I hastily changed into my clothes in the kitchen. The second puff of the heaven haze deliciously erased the tangy buttermilk stank from my tastebuds. The sweet soaring high took hold as I headed down the stairs. Coffeeshop or Grocerystore?
Because life is too short to smoke bad bud.
i think they're probably the same, unless there's big bud lineage 
