NL5xAfghan effects report:
An hour since eating a tiny piece of flower from the first harvest, after a feta quiche, less than half a teaspoon, from a pot I decarboxylated “bain marie” for 3 hours. Herbal dessert, if you will.
Chest is radiating a wonderful warmth, very… nuanced. A sort of feeling with a lot of detail, not just brute force emotion. Like a gentle slow motion wind that carries the fragrances of many different flowers, that slowly walks through my heart.
This is some next level high. Never had anything like it.
Thank you Mr. Nice, for bringing me this level of quality.
I haven’t stood up yet though, but it may be quite an adventure.
To be continued…
I dunno what it is but it seems I’m becoming more and more sensitive to this herb, like the longer I use it, the more of a light weight I become and the less I need.
Or maybe this is just really top notch weed. Maybe both.
The plot thickens.
There’s a gradual accumulation effect it seems. Perhaps it could be that the liver never releases all 11-hydroxy-THC but always keeps a little stashed away for either slow or fast release, to enhance selected moments of our lives, the next portion we eat, the next time we raise our frequency. Perhaps it preserves little bits of the terpenes, that it then releases, mixed with the new incoming terpenes to maximize the entourage effect? Nature loves diversity, our liver is no exception.
Our bodies are very intelligent.
Very dreamy thoughts.
Listening to Bill Evans, the cymbals sounded like cosmic coughs.
I guess this strain is very good for poets, artists, musicians, and the like… creativity enhancing for sure.
Probably not very suitable if you wanna do purely left brain stuff.
I highly recommend you listen to this album after eating this strain:
Two hours in, the second wave is really kicking in now. Woowie.
They weren’t kidding about the Afghan part. This shit hits good and deep.
Will attempt to walk down the stairs to the kitchen as effortlessly as humanly possible, because with the second wave, concurrently, the munchies are inevitably coming along.
Stairwalking achieved gracefully.
Anything with Afghan in it man… taste it, sample it, eat it, grow it.
Almost 3 hours in, just keeps going higher, still no ceiling in sight.
Waves that come like carpet bombings. Feels like my chair is levitating.