A Review of First Class Gas by First Class Genetics Duke had no business flying business with a jar of First Class Gas in his backpack, but he’d convinced himself first class meant immunity. It meant he was untouchable. Obviously,…
Seeing the world through Louie, Duke’s basset hound. Let me tell you something about noses: all y’all take ’em for granted. Duke’s nose? Purely decorative. Good for sniffing out trouble, maybe, or the day-old pizza I stashed in the laundry….
There are a handful of smoke sessions in my life that have stuck with me. Most involved good people or unforgettable places. Jamaica with the Fat Nugs team. Infrasound Music Festival. Late nights at Apartment 113 afterparties. Those memories are…
There are certain cultivators you come across in this industry who don’t just grow cannabis; they respect it. They treat the plant like a living, breathing extension of themselves, not a commodity. Drew Greco of GreenStar Cultivation is one of…
Prophet continues to raise the bar for quality cannabis in California with intentional, limited drops that consistently deliver clean cultivation practices and terpene-forward flower that actually lives up to the hype. Their Sticky Mango release is another example of that…
Duke had fallen asleep again. Park bench this time. The kind that looks more like a medieval torture device than municipal seating. Chalk that up to a lack of humanity from the city designers. Duke had one arm draped over…
Preolls are very hit and miss. I’m a stoner who loves to smoke joints, and when I’m on the road, nothing beats the convenience of prerolls. But usually, these little cones are machine-stuffed to the gills with old trim and…
The city was steaming. Not hot. Not boiling. Steaming. The kind of heat that clung to your back like an HR rep and filled your socks with sweaty broth. Duke hadn’t even reached the Manhattan Bridge before he started hallucinating…
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,…
