De Leukste Nug's 4/20 Week Live Report - The Life & Times of an Amsterdammer

[Black-King]

..nice to sip on a lager in the early afternoon, and feel like a proper alcoholic,

edit: I think the name for the falafel chain u forgot could be Maoz..

Great report btw. Hope u write some more!

[johnnygiovanni]

Great report! You and OHMOFO are a real crazy couple!! Thank you for sharing those memories!

[Kermit]

Another top report,great writing, very addictive read.

exceptional 420 trip reports this year, loving reading my way through them all.

[Old Timer]

Great report, well written, I look to forward to more.

[ftcarer]

great read so far , nice 1

[TwoCanucks]

Nugs great read just went back and reviewed the entire report, just great stuff, love your writing style and pot style.

[Nuggz]

4/21: Bicycle Day Revisited (Disclaimer: The DeLeuksteNUGS16 is a fictional entity, all events described below never actually transpired and are merely anecdotal and/or written for the simple amusement of others)

I arose in the pot-fueled aftermath of 4/20, yet again barely able to open my eyes from the THC induced stupor which was turning gravity against them. Somehow I'm beaming with energy, it could have something to do with the splendid rays of golden sunshine making their way through the window into my loft, beckoning me to soak up the day!

Alas, I had previous intentions of celebrating the weeks other day of "drug tribute" - Bicycle Day (just google it), but that was the day most of the ACD'ers arrived so I had opted to keep myself in a more sociable state of mind. That being said, acquaintances had been made, ganja had been smoked en masse - those formalities were neither here, nor there. So I opted to put a few (2.33 to be precise) little pieces of paper under my tongue and wait for the magic happen!

That's that, message from Mowie - he's at Lost in Amsterdam enjoying his afternoon before departing back to Germany. He said he’d consider joining me on my psychedelic quest with some truffs. I tell him I'll meet him there.

I arrive at lost, and the paper is starting to kick in fast, there's some blaring ska/jazz something with a lot of brass that is at this moment to loud, intense and not what I need at this exact moment. I persevere "momentarily", Mowie orders up some drinks for us, as my consciousness is being by the second increasingly lulled away from me.

After woofing down my lager, I run outside still for a breather still feeling oddly overwhelmed (I'm not inexperienced with psychedelics). I tell Mowie I have to get out of there, and he's a good enough sport that he agrees to "babysit" /escort me to the Westerpark, just to put me in a better set & setting for my come-up.

The walk there is quite uneventful, with little chatter, everything feels so surreal, no heavy visuals just a glowing sort of HD-esque aura to everything. We arrive at the park, I lay down still in the grips of a trying come up from the paper. I hand Mowie my jar of newly procured s5 haze and ask him to do his work fashioning up a pure cone. Mowie passes me a cold beer, ahhh beer, always eases the nerves right?

Joint rolled, sparked and inhaled - the convo has picked up for now and I'm starting to come into a much better frame of mind. And just in time, OHMF has texted to say he's where else but his regular wake'n'bake pit-stop La Grotte. Mowie and I pack back up and set off back down Haarlemer to collect our friend.

Per usual OHMF has a tasteful assortment of fine cannabis on the table before him, loaded into various vape bowls and pure cones. I think there's a brief clusterfuck of more sampling - a lot more of the s5 I believe, maybe some Tangie too. The waitstaff comes back around ready to pry me for the cheapskate that I am, but OHMF having woofed down his last morsel of food says "don't worry we're just on our way out, these lads have just come to collect me", and my wallet lets out a sigh of relief, much in the same way a girl lets out a seeping fart after getting home from a long day in the office.

The paper has really set in now, and various geometric visuals manifest themselves throughout the city as we hoof it towards the Cannabis College for what else but some hardcore dabbing.

We arrive at CC, and there's already a dab gathering of sorts going on. The Nug Run Extracts team, who took home accolades from both the Elite & IC Mag cups were on the scene, already engineering the dab-train at full speed ahead!

The team comprised of two local Dutchies, and a seemingly long-time Scot expat were very friendly blokes who were nice enough to let us sample several of the wares. I realized some of the excellent judge-pack samples I had been privy to the previous evening came from them. They also had some of their head-stash weed with them, which they kept in fittingly head "RooR" stash jars. Whatever nugs they head smelled just godly, some of the most stinky and beautiful gangja I've ever seen/smelled.

Everything was going just gucci, and then diseaster - my ringtone starts blaring Alt-J's "dissolve me" I looks at the screen and whose name do I see but my manager - shit! This can't be good, either I really fucked something up retroactively, or he's trying to call me into to work because someone else is sick or called out - either way in my psychadellic-state, - no bueno! (edit: later revealed one of my colleagues almost fucked me by calling in sick when he most certainly was not, but luckily someone else was found to cover the shift in the end, so that was not my problem) I immediately turn off my phone, but the powerful intoxicants (top-shelf dabs among them) throw me deep down the rabbit hole into bad-trip territory. I immediately feel a wave of nausea creeping in. OHMF the sociable bastard he is, is still chatting it up jolly as hell with Team Nug Run. I can't fight my stomach anymore, I lunge outside and spew all over the place onto the canals of the RLD (how fitting). OHMF taking it as our cue to leave, consolidates my belongings and meets me at the entrance but not without bearing gifts - the Scottish Nug Run lad, saw my appreciation for his heady nugs, and that I was maybe having a not so good day at the moment - so he procured a nuglet from his stash for me & OHMF to sample ourselves, what a lad!

OHMF & I hop aboard the shoelace express, in the general direction of the Pijp. The sun is beating down at this point, and the skies are a majestic blue - this could be the drugs speaking but my does the city look more beautiful than ever. As we approach Rembrandtplein, OHMF & I contemplate a buy & fly at Boerejongens so he could try some of their actual weed (as opposed to their block-hashes). We arrive at Boer, which is surprisingly uncrowded - the patient budtender shows us several samples before OHMF opts for a Diesel cross, and Big Buddha Cheese. OHMF is hesitant to get a cheese strain hailing from its homeland where the market is flooded with said strain, but his colleague procures a fresh vacuum sealed pack of restock, says wait till I open this. She guts it open with an excessively large butcher knife, and the pungent, and unmistakable aroma of cheese (strain) wafts out and quickly fills the entire room, too delicious to be turned down. We order up two teas and make our way to Boerejongens Centre's coveted secret smoking room.

The smoking room which sits upstairs, is a strictly no-tobacco environment - no complaints from me. The nice leather furnishings, smart decor, cleanliness and it's hidden nature give the room a very private, intimate and VIP-lounge sorta feel. To top it all off me and OHMF are lucky enough to snag the room to ourselves. It really is a great moment for us to chat, shoot the shit, me to drivel on aimlessly on things that can only be driveled on aimlessly whilst high on LSD. Def one of the better seshes of this whole 4/20 week if I do say so myself.

We do sample the purchases. The Diesel I was underwhelming if I remember correctly but from what I saw of it below that was know surprise. The BBC (and not not large black phalluses nor the British Broadcasting Corporation), went down a treat in the vape, with the telltale flavor of rich pungent berries on the exhale, a solid purchase at 11 a gram.

Eventually OHMF realizes that if he doesn't make any effort to coordinate meet-ups with everyone else, than my drug-addled ass sure as hell won't. A few texts sent out, the working plan is to pack up and make our way towards Utopia, the default meet-up for our group this trip. We decide first to stop in to Batavia for some delicious Cheesesteak Sandwiches. From Batavia we trek onwards towards Utopia.

At Utopia, most of the ACD-faithful are back on the scene, and good chance to catch up, swap purchased samples and be all around jovial is had. I know OHMF, much to my content picks up more of that Tangerine Dream that’s actually Tangie, and several vape bowls of that went around, as did several dabs - though I’m quite sure Ingi was not serving up the nugs this evening, and the other cute Dutch budtendress denied our request to open up the rosin chinese sweatshop again, -bummer!

As darkness creeps in OHMF is pretty insistent on making his way towards coffeeshop De Graal, in de Pijp. This may be his last chance as (at this point in time) their license is only slated to be good to the beginning of June. Adamant enough he first proposes to tram there, but Papi and J-dog coax him into making the trek via shoelace express. I having received a nagging text or two from me missus decide it’s best if I have my bike at my disposal, should I really need to dash off. I tell them I’ll hang back for a dab or two and then meet them and bike there.

They said that’s fine, they would do a detour fly & buy via Club Media then. Fair enough, I heat up a few dabs, (choo-choo anyone?) let the nail cool down and I’m off. Oh fuck me I left my two wheeled friend parked halfway down haarlmerstraat hours ago -fuck you trippy paper!

That minor detour later I’m enroute to Graal. I arrive and still somehow managed to beat my compadres, how though? (spoiler alert: it’s cannabis)

The Graal is quite packed, not a single seat available in my preferred section the upstairs smoking room with the garden-view. Downstairs I spy Maria from the cannabis college (we saw her earlier with the Nug Run Extracts boys) she also happens to work part-time as the resident joint-roller for de Graal, she’s “on-shift” when I see her, a mountain of pre-rolled joints (with tobacco, gross) sitting in front of her. She has another Dutch companion with her. I make an effort to shoot the shit with them, giving my Dutch a go, but fuck the residuals of the paper are still with me and this would have been a cumbersome task even in English. I sit there in akward semi-silence wondering just where the fuck my friends are.

Finally the bastards show up, they’ve got goodies too, and tasty ones from the smell of it! OHMF has some “Pink” & “Kandy Kush” with him. If I recall correctly the Pink was a more fruity tropical exotic bouquet and had more bag appeal. The Kandy Kush was sweet also, but also had some sour kushy notes, with a flavor that stretched for days once loaded up into the Mighty.

For the on-site purchases OHMF nabbed some G13 and Highrise. The G13 had an amazingly sweet berry aroma to me, all other G13’s I’ve tried in Amsterdam were very citrusy-hazy smelling in my opinion. This one smelled like something completely different with a sweet ass berry aroma that stuck right to your fingers when handled, went down a treat in the vape too.

Like the G13’s I’ve tried in the past, the highrise I’d tried in the past (the one from Graal) I also found to be very “hazey” in flavor/smell profile. This one while still somewhat hazey proffered a bit more of a sour grapefruit aroma, and taste for all the yanks that know the soda “fresca” that’s what the exhale in the vape reminded of. I was quite happy with this tasting sesh, and the heady trippy ambience of the Graal, combined with my residual effects and a few tasty dabs of BHO was enough to do the trick for a jovial “gezellig” sesh amongst brothers in cannabis appreciations!

By now you would think the missus has is to the point of summoning some dark Harry Potter magic to where the text will apparate out of the phone like a goddamn genie in a bottle and yell (or strangle) at me for the whole damned place to hear! So I tell the other’s I should really get going. They prod me to stay with rumblings of a proper night-cap in the Bulldog’s Hotel lounge, I tell them to be determined. The previous answer is because I had a sneaking suspicion the missus would already be out cold by this point, so me being the cheeky cunt am back out the door before you can say “free weed”!

I meet OHMF near Nieuwmarkt, he tells me they were unsuccessful in getting into the Bulldog because an unfamiliar doorman was on duty tonight - he allegedly has stayed there so much in the past that he’s on first name basis with a lot of staff - so that’s bit of a bummer oh well. Papi had ran back to his apt for a quick piss or beer or something I can’t quite recall; and J-dog had apparently went rogue and ran off into the night somewhere never to be heard from again (or did we see him the next day probably?). OHMF just loaded up some vape bowls and shot the shit, noticing a drunken lad quite literally “kicking rocks” in my peripheral vision (and no it’s not the acid which has more or less properly fucked off by now).

Papi arrives back on the scene finishing up a beer, I produce two beers out of my backpack and those along a some more joints, shit shooting and vape bowls go back into rotation. Finally our friend Mr. Rock-kicker starts spouting off some incoherencies aloud. At first I think he’s one of the unfortunate mentally unstable homeless residents of Amsterdam, but as he comes closer I can see he’s half way decently dressed and wearing yank clothing brands, nothing to see her lads just another drunk American - move along!

NOT! Our friend immediately makes eye contact with one of us and makes a beeline towards the group rapping aloud his every move and interaction (actually as I type I do now recall, stating that his initial incoherencies were him having a rap-battle with himself, and action) he’s not having a rap-battle with himself, he’s having rap battle with us, cocaine and alcohol what a combo. He’s slapped me with the proverbial lyrical duel glove, but I’m way too tired and can’t be arsed with this we start to walk off but this only prods the lad and he follows of lyrical narration in tow.

Finally I’ve had enough I pull an abrupt one-eighty directly into his face and say some stupid little rap about bidding him adieu and him politely fucking off and then did invisible mic-drop and walked off. I missed his perplexing facial reaction but according to the other two it was pure gold. Alas! Finally we decide it’s time to call it a night, Papi heads back to his rented flat, I walk towards the missus’s with OHMF towards his Dab-train hotel (it was actually some train themed hotel ha), we say our adieu’s and call it a night, the last day of this 4-20 fest to be continued tomorrow….

[pengaldinho]

Great read! You lot did 420 properly !

[Kermit]

trippin love it, pure hardcore, enjoy that shit great instalment.

[OneHighMofo]

Oh the memories! Nice one dude Really enjoying this.

Peng - hopefully you'll be there next year mate?Be good to blaze a few with you.

[Jesscass]

Impressive details, DeLeuksteNUGS16 ! You guys must have a high tolerance. Funny with the acid indeed but personally not into such approaches but each to their own!

Two things:

Firstly, nice you sort of realized you're in the same boat as Kingbee when it comes to looking for contacts to save money and get better quality you are even taking it to the next level when mentioning prices. As said back then, what's the problem doing so as long as you don't ridicule people having to pay higher prices(I mean often said it before if I'd live in the Netherlands wouldn't like to pay coffeeshop prices providing an unregulated product anyway so I go straight to the taxfree black market and use coffeeshops for inspiration at least.) Personally didn't understand why some people on here bullied him.
He came on here looking for inspiration at coffeeshops to track down very same gear on the black market. No problem. He just mentions he's having some contacts but never ridicules people who don't have contacts. Still no problem.
Worth mentioning is that at this point of time(more than a year ago)this forum had low traffic again and in opposite to a newbie asking the same questions over and over again(no offence intended)he sort of was active and also gave knowledge from most probably experience which came across plausible( How can you take a picture of experience by the way? Others and me how can we prove everything we tell anyone on here is solid? Could have made all this bullshit up I wrote yet. Common sense helps I guess but even then you can be wrong.). Far from being a troll.

Sure I noticed there was a bit yamming involved in his remarks as visited some places too he wrote about but this was nothing worse than any average story you hear somewhere(personally pedantically stick to what happened and that's why my style is pretty dry but with years you sometimes remember things the wrong way a bit while main points are still delivered. Apart from that science shows lately your memory is more of a social thing constantly changing.).
Don't get me wrong not asking for his return(wouldn't mind though as everyone has the right to post here and as said there was content)but just find this bully thing sad. Must have to do with grudge, frustration, arrogance(established cliques of deadbeats) or what ever. Could also being a newbie back then but then this means nothing as you should go with common sense anyway, doens't matter who posts something.
Again, no tin gods(+no managers !)! The same could be sad for the 'what are you smoking right now?' thread as in the end every single post is a bit about attention or boasting, 'human all too human'. Same with principles means if something isn't good enough for your taste it tends to piss some people off no matter how polite you express or reason it.
I remember there was an argument between that guy releasing his book about his adventures in Amsterdam and then other people jumped on it, pathetic but that's life.
Why not being delighted for someone having luck with certain things, enough negativity around?! This is what a forum is about amont other things.
Just don't want to see this site becoming a self-centered club of wannabe elites( Feel free to compare: viewtopic.php?f=9&t=31080 / viewtopic.php?f=9&t=31135&p=386315#p386315 / viewtopic.php?f=3&t=30978 / viewtopic.php?f=9&t=30993&p=385122#p385122 ).
By the way it's relatively easy to get access to better quality and prices, especially in the Netherlands. In fact everywhere. You have to handle lots of knobs until you find someone safe and reliable though. It costs a lot of time. It pays though. This is so annoying I know so well but it's definitely possible, especially on dutch ground.
I mean you seem to be a communicative human being, shouldn't be a problem then, really. Only problem is you often don't have much variation like in convenient coffeeshops(would only visit them for socialising with new people every now and then). You can share expenses though and buy bigger amounts and if you've got enough trustworthy mates it's no big deal and you get high quality for less money. Works since
decades with us(aware of the fact it's harder at home outside of bigger cities, don't give up though ). Clubbing together isn't common though I know; probably has to do with thing in itsself is selfish.
Personally wouldn't make deals online which seems to save a lot of time but you maybe pay for this shortcut one day. Wouldn't talk about how to get access to better gear and where online. Again, common sense! Good luck! Thanks for posting your findings they look good!

Secondly, I don't think it's a good idea mentioning those nicknames from this instagram scene. You still want to benefit from them, right? It's for security reasons. Even though some of them are propagating
their business in the public like I noticed on one trip to Amsterdam, rather thoughtless. Doesn't matter police seem to turn one blind eye on most things related to this plant, Bho and stuff is a so called
'hard drug' when it comes to dutch law. Why letting them walk right into a trap instead of telling them to keep it a bit more low key. When they get busted no one can buy their products anymore and you have to restart the annoying search. Just saying(personally not interested by the way). No offence intended.

[avfc-herbalist]

Great read mate!! The detail in which you write is tremendous, I had to wipe drool from the corner of my mouth a lot of times . I envy you with all your concentrates bro. I'll never get anywhere near those sorts of products unfortunately. I tried lemon haze shatter from greenhouse in 2014, took it to Larby so I could have a go on the bong thing lol (rig is it called?) and he taught me how to use it etc but he didn't look impressed by it, it was a dark purple-ish colour, complete opposite from yours . Great read mate. Thanks for writing this up!!