Who doesn’t want to smoke like Wiz Khalifa? When I learned that Khalifa Kush had launched in New Mexico, I was excited. I’m not one to splurge on specialty flowers often, so when I do, I want to know I’m…
A Colorado Homecoming The sun was just rising over the horizon as I crossed the Nevada-Utah border bound for Colorado and two days of craft, solventless cannabis appreciation. If you have traveled through Colorado on I-70, you’ve been to Parachute,…
The late sun painted the sky in streaks of pink and gold across the expanse of Ocean Beach, San Diego. Duke squatted low, weighing his next shot, green bocce ball burning in his palm. His fiancée stood at the far…
San Diego nights have a way of painting themselves. Neon dripping off wet sidewalks, gaslamps flickering like old film reels, the whole city vibrating with a low, crackling hum. Duke leaned against a brick wall, Louie snoring at his feet,…
Some strains grab you from the name alone. As a born and raised Upstate New Yorker, Saratoga Springs has a special place in my heart. When Nikki Lawley showed me this bud at the B.L.O.O.M. Roc/ Good Life Gang event…
I’m a flower girl. The whole process of grinding the buds, filling a pipe, bowl, or rolling papers, with friends, and music in the background is how I was introduced to the plant, back in my analog youth. Fast forward;…
As far back as Duke could remember, he’d always wanted to be a ’90s rapper. Not a modern trap star. Not an algorithm draped in Balenciaga. He wanted to be West Coast—lowrider royalty, swaddled in silk, making driveway music videos…
San Diego in the heart of summer does not fuck around. The sun’s an unrelenting bully, hammering the streets with a fury like it has a personal grudge against anyone who dares exist beneath it. Asphalt ripples like a bad…
“If you never did, you should. These things are fun and fun is good” Dr. Seuss Hello friends, Crawdad here. Today’s review is of a brand that’s often been imitated, but never really duplicated. I think that’s how that goes… …
Duke’s hand was wet. Not soaking, but damp in the way that means something had either spilled recently… or someone had cried. Duke didn’t remember crying, but with him, you never know. The little Lhasa Apso named Niles was staring…
I don’t always have the time or opportunity to write product reviews these days, and I definitely don’t go out of my way to gush about many products. But after sitting on a sample of Sunriver Botanicals CBD Salve for…
Duke was halfway through a movie he’d seen ten times before and somehow just now realized, for the tenth time—the lizard was talking. Not metaphorically. Literally. He paused the screen. Rewound. Watched it again. Still a lizard. Still talking. Or…
