unansweredquestions wrote:Panama red, Thai-sticks, Acapulco gold; strains i've longed for
so to all the old school hippies out here, the absolute bane of my pyschoactive endevours. What were they like? were they really worth the hype? how would you guys compare them to the smoke of today? aside from the head high/ body stone of sativa/indica.
Well my friend, I've given this considerable thought for the last couple of months. I inherited a photographic memory from my maternal grandfather and I've been diligently accessing memories from
the good ole days. It's taken me some considerable effort to examine my personal history with ganja, as it began way back in 1973.
When I reviewed a good deal of my earliest experiences, I methodically recalled just which varieties I had first smoked. My first time, I was treated to Colombian red. Despite the reverse tolerance involved in many Sacred Herbs, my best friend was determined to get me
stoned. Long story short, it took 3 fatty joints, 3 fully packed bowls in his 22" blue fiberglass bong, and three or four hits of Lebanese blond hash...
And then my whole world suddenly, completely and irreversibly changed. (First times the charm!)
When I really think back, I guess I've smoked a handful of the classic old pure Sativa strains. Colombian gold/red/brown, Thai sticks and the Mexican 'dirt weed' that had to do until something kinder circled by. My friend's older brother came back from Vietnam with Meshma Khan and I got a couple jays passed my way. Lebanese and Moroccan hash were a staple product of the middle 1970's. Most of the 'commercial' smoke was from Mexico and it was Cannabis Sativa. The science of horticulture seems to have been
undiscovered territory for most of the people sending it Northern bound? Knowledge changes everything exponentially.
I guess I got passed a couple bags that were called Acapulco gold and Panama red. Who knows if this was advertising hype or what? I've had my suspicions for quite some time now but who knows? When I went off to art school, I was introduced to Kona gold. As I recall it, the source or strain of the herb was far less important than the quality of the growth cycle it had gone through (and the care and expertise which cultivates it's many charms). You know, some buds just look particularly
special.
I had a friend of a friend, who had a friend who brought some Temple Balls back from Asia. These were round balls of black hashish with opium, I believe these were only in circulation for a couple years or less in the West? We smoked it before seeing a Yes concert in 1977. I was quite overwhelming and way trippy. I can't remember if this hash was Sativa or Indica...
Right around this time, winter of 1978, I got my first taste of
SINSEMILLA. Wow, herb without seeds! This was some of the early Afghan pure Indica strains. This was the first time I had experienced an alternate variety of marijuana. Man, I was in love! Sorry to shatter any of the myths but when I tasted Indica for the first time...
I was tripping. Since those early days, I have come to accept the cross-strains and hybrids and enjoy the balance they gift us with. Let's face it, variety is the spice of life.
I guess my stance on this whole Sativa VS Indica thing is this, THC is essentially what gets us high. This molecule,
tetrahydrocannabinol, is the same magic in both strains. Granted, the differences are pretty specific, yet they are hardly as divergent as those between: psilocybin and mescaline, LSD and DMT or Salvia Divinorum and DMT. If you've ever ingested pure THC, you know what I mean. It's the juice that activates both branches of the same magical species.
If we break it down, we might see the Sativas as gifting the body high, head rushes, the prolonged build-up in one's heightening of awareness. We used to qualify this state of herbal intoxication as,
stoned. In counterpoint, Indica seems to be an instantaneous
high, it blows your face off, seconds after you exhale the delicious flavour. Spicy stuff! Although, the buzz does not last quite as long as the good old 'creeper weed'.
Still the THC molecule is what changes our perception and heightens our awareness, thus lifting the veil of illusion from before our eyes. I think you've been given a lot of good advice about pertinent strains available today. I know it seems romantic to mystify the types of herbs circulating in the late 1960's and early-to-mid 1970's. The counter-culture was strong and the music and artwork was truly revolutionary. Time is an utter mirage, so outside of a romantic context... the differences between the strains and the varieties are far less extreme as some would like to think.
That being said, you need to find out for yourself, how much this experience can teach you. Ultimately, like all Sacred Medicines, it teaches you about yourself and this immeasurably vast universe you live within. :idea:
There is no self to which I cling, for I am one with everything.