Hi There, Fellow Earthling, and welcome to my Choco Kush review!
A new spring, and a new blog. Today, I’ll be drawing my inspiration from a solid whiff of pure Choco Kush; a cannabis variety I’ve never smoked before. That’s saying something, mind you, because I’ve been toking for over half a century now.
Oooooh! That’s making quite an entrance. Such flavour! Such perfume!
Then, there’s that tell-tale tingling behind the eyes, just as my Third Eye slowly starts to open. Colours around me intensify… Suddenly, I hear birds chirping all around me. I’m on a soundly old-fashioned “high” here: a remarkable effect for a modern strain such as Choco Kush.
To me, weed has always remained a sacred plant. I stuck with me after my journeys through Morocco and India. I recall the Moroccan “Kiffers” we got in touch with back in the Sixties. They were quite the characters. In those days, artists like William Burroughs, Jane & Paul Bowls, Brian Jones, and Allen Ginsberg travelled to Morocco to learn about hashish. For a good read on the subject, check out M’Hashish by Mohammed Mrabet. It’s such a breath of fresh air to read an author singing the praises of our beloved plant, instead of the ceaseless whining and moaning about criminality and addiction.
The Saddhus, “holy madmen” of India, smoke their chillums (stone pipes) to honour the deity, Shiva. Shiva is like a primordial Rasta, smoking hashish, meditating, and dancing along. While smoking, these Saddhus touch their third eye with their pipes. As they do so, the mumble a short expression: “Bombolee”, or “Bom Shankar”, before they take a hit.
Today, I often see new methods of greeting one another when I visit coffeeshops: two fists touching, hands across hearts, high fives, a touch to the forehead. It would be great if, when we are smoking our cannabis, we would touch the spot of our Third Eye with our joint, spliff, pipe, or bong. Just take a moment to be aware of the extraordinary plant you’re smoking. In my experience, doing so gets you twice as high.