Ok Folks. I have heard a lot of great stories over the years about the origins of certain strains, and various things aboutthe history and growth of marijuana as a recreational drug over the years. I want to hear stories of Sam the Skunkman, and how he collected his strains. I want to hear about the real deal Panama Red, columbian Gold, and the original Afghani imports. I want to hear about Matanuska Thunderfuck and how it came to be. I want to hear about famous local strains, or if marijuana growing is a tradition in your family as it is in mine. This does not have to be historically accurate or verfiable. I am talking about marijuana folktales if you will. Throw em out there... please.
I remember reading stories about all that stuff I listed over the years. I was just hoping some old fellow potheads might remember em better than me.
I think it is Alcapulco (sp?) Gold. But I guess this mothafucka from the 70's went to some place in Mexico. Probably called Alcapulco, and found some gold bud that was really really good. And he brought it back to America. I have some NYC Diesel right now, and there is actually 2 strains called NYC Diesel. One is from RezDawg (I think that is his name), and it is related to Sour Diesel, which is what I have it is nice dark green buds. Then there is the Soma NYC Diesel which by legend he was given to by a rastafari on the streets of New York. However I guess it is just some kind of Grapefruit-tasting bud, and has nothing to do with the real Diesel. That's all I could think of, but I'm actually pretty interested in hearing these other stories. Stoners can be very creative/good at lying.
Oh.. You mean like the Broken Glass Bowl Faerie; whom mends broken glass pieces if you leave her some oreos and weed. Yea, don't know any.
I was hoping some old hippies that had been there to witness some of the great things that have come along would come out and tell us a few stories. Back in 1981-82 I had some real deal panama red that my mom and dad got ahold of. That stuff would stone ten people in a room with two small joints. I vividly remember the sharp spicy flavor of it. Totally unique. The buds were loose and leafy, rusty red to gold in color. The first really "sticky" pot I ever had as a kid. I rememberr walkin out through a field staying at my buddies grandpa's out in the country and smokin a joint of that stuff through a powerhitter, anyone remember those? I was so stoned I stayed out in the field for hours, afraid to go around the house so fucked up. Then there was the Colombian Gold that came in about the same era. That was the first weed that was bricked that I or my mom and dad had seen. They were amazed cuz they got an oz and it was only the size of a deck of cards, but that stuff was amazing weed. You could flake off a piece of it as big as the end of your thumb and it would fluff to roll up 8-9 joints from that little piece. I remember stealing buds out of mom's purse to smoke at the bus stop in the morning before school. That stuff would fuck me up so bad I couldn't stay awake at school! People that did not smoke much would puke from smokin it. Made a half dozen people puke that I seen. It would make your head spin, and people would white out and get sick. Then there was when the afghani came in and took over the entire markets back in 83. I had just turned 18, and suddenly the pri9ce of good weed went from 35 an oz to a hundred bucks universally, everywhere. I held out and wouldn't pay that for an oz of weed, so I got pukin drunk on my 18th birthday instead. After that there was rarely any of the good colombian and imported weed. It was either afghani for a hundred bucks or shitty mexibrick, usually for the same price. I am not sure how it changed, but the market totally changed at that time. I grew out a lot of the afghani seeds from that original afghani, and Nirvana's 15$ afghani is exactly the same weed. Same flavor, same growth patterns and structure. I was very happy to know it's still around. So anyways, this is the kind of stories I'm fishin for. Particularaly about Sam the Skunkman, the guy that started collecting the good genetics and took them to amsterdam in the early 80's. I wanna hear that story. Peace...
