I’m addicted to stress.
From checking texts the moment I wake up to sending the final email of the night, I spend a good part of my days in Smartphone Hell.
If this sounds familiar, neither you or I bear the burden alone. We share this issue on a global scale. I often wonder how to navigate a meaningful life in today’s hyper-stimulated world.
Un-plugging is a crucial, albeit Herculean-seeming task. So today’s review is focused on one key for finding inner peace — Obama Kush, a cannabis strain that walks the line between medicine and recreation, provides me with a benefit everyone needs: stress relief.
Looks/Jar Appeal: In contrast to the black-purple I come to expect from an Obama Kush, I’m met here with nuggets more bluish violet in hue. The jar seems to spill at the brim with plump, healthy-sized buds, while a distinct otherworldly sweetness rushes to greet my nose. The familiar blends with the exotic, forming a dimensional smell which intoxicates long before I have taken my first hit. A velvety blanket of glistening resin accentuates the allure.
Taste: A powerful combo of two premium varieties, Obama brings the best of its Bubba Kush and Purps lineage. You can’t go wrong with parents like this.
I know, I know, before you bombard me with comments: “But Leafly says its Afghani and OG Kush.” Let me stop you there — Leafly doesn’t know everything. Believe it or not, the dark days of prohibition didn’t bring much clarity to our grasp of cannabis genealogy. I can understand the confusion. Instead of chewing my ear off about it, get on Instagram to ask @CSI_Humboldt and @Tigard_Farms for the real scoop.
Bubba is an old favorite of mine, and her funky sweetness is here to play. Like powdered sugar and black licorice from outer space, Obama Kush brings a sublime weirdness I can’t get enough of.
When smoked from my bong, anise and sugar melt into a caramelized mess of goop. A second, fainter taste — the alien one — flits wistfully around my palate. Like Nag Champa and grape soda had a baby: it’s fizzy, effervescent, with a grounded hippie-hash to boot. Thoroughly enjoyable.
From a joint, taste deepens to candied hop notes. Confectioners sugar meets over-ripe mango, and they continue down a damp forest path. My mouth produces a salivary response to this barrage of flavor, before the inevitable cottonmouth sets in. Oily humus lingers on my taste buds long after this joint is done.
When vaporized, the first hints of pine wash out under an onslaught of floral notes. Almost perfumey to start, this develops a crucial body I expect from herb bearing the regal name “Kush.” Like shoe leather and sumptuous grape candy, this final crescendo fades into a gentle lavender close.
Effects: I fill my bong with healthful nuggets broken into bite-sized bowls. Smooth smoke fills my lungs, expanding like a dying star. The old adage “if you don’t cough, you don’t get off,” comes to mind, as I power through these potent tokes. I manage to hold back any explosive coughing, purity in flavor is all I exhale. This herb is clearly grown with premium organic inputs and finished with thoughtful cure. As lung expansion draws my attention inward, the drug effects finish the one-two blow.
Ten-pound weights attach to my eyelids, causing a dramatic — if not comical — droop. Stresses which plague my mind slowly melt away, leaving a vacuum of mental space. Void of constant input, this could serve well as my herbal Spa Day. A float tank of flower. Sensory deprivation sensimilla. You get the jist.
From joints, a mellowing turns to very, very baked. As a seasoned smoker, I wasn’t put off by the intensity of my high – although Netflix was crucial for this spacey flight. After speaking to how relaxing this variety can be, I feel a need to stress: this will not be everyone’s experience.
Weighing in at an impressive 25% THC, this unusually potent Obama doesn’t lack in horsepower. For the unprepared, there’s potential here for things to get weird. One joint is the perfect way for me to unwind after a day of work. For some, this could be a massive overdose.
With a vaporizer, infrequent users are empowered to take doses which fit their needs. If your friends still insist you take giant bong tokes with them, despite your protests, news flash: your friends suck. Knowing your dose is key to a positive experience. If you are a light user seeking this relaxation, use a vaporizer to walk your effects up slowly.
When vaporized, I experience an airy floating sensation. Much less grounded than when smoked, this “Vape high” lightness is to be expected, but is highly pleasant. For my purposes it’s just light enough to socialize, just heavy enough to take the edge off.
Final thoughts: Medicinal and recreational cannabis are not absolutes, but points on a spectrum. I personally have a profound medicinal relationship with this plant, I also use it to get high and enjoy myself. These terms aren’t mutually exclusive. By boxing cannabis as one or the other, we commit a cardinal sin of our culture: oversimplifying everything. Sick people are allowed to enjoy getting high, and the healthiest among us will have experiences with illness and stress, sooner or later.
When we reduce our language to black-and-white, we deny the entire spectrum of experience to all people. It’s a disservice to all of us — life is confusing enough being sick or stressed without figuring out which box you fit in.
I encourage all people to dissolve these lines and observe the range of benefit cannabis has to offer. When you refine and tune your experience, the rewards may surprise you. With this Obama Kush, I found a lily pad of silence in a flood of noise. Magnificent work, absolutely recommended.
Wylie Atherton can be reached at Wratherton24@gmail.com and on Twitter at @wratherton