Who remembers having to clean their bag of 80's weed?
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fond memories. until you mentioned it, I had forgot about those sandwich bags you had to lick to seal. We hardly ever used bongs, but did convert countless used soda cans to pipes with push pins.
too larry
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I did a Med Cruise in 81-82. We only found flowers once, and that was some super seedy African weed. Every other time it was hash. Some good, some bad, but once when we got a qp of brown hash, and the guy threw in a few grams of Blonde Lebanese. A gram of it was like half the size of a gram of the brown stuff. And it would rip you righteously. I kind of hated it, because it was gone in a couple three days, but you still had the memory of it.
too larry
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I had real Thai Stick one time. But I did get a few seeds and grew them out. Only 1 hit shit I have ever grown.And Buddha Sticks, lol. Whatever the fuck they were, i wanna try em
NoWaistedSpace
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When I 1st started smoking good weed, the back of my head would literally "buzz". you could close your eyes and you would take off! From seeing colors,to falling.
I remember the very best weed I had ever smoked back then. I bought 2 joints from a guy that went to college in my area. I stayed home from school the next day. I smoked both of them when I woke up, but never made it out of bed for hrs. I suspect it was real "middle of the bale" Columbian Gold". The color was a light brown with goldish yellow mixed in. I wished I had some of it now to compare to today? How did the best you smoked compare to today?
I remember the very best weed I had ever smoked back then. I bought 2 joints from a guy that went to college in my area. I stayed home from school the next day. I smoked both of them when I woke up, but never made it out of bed for hrs. I suspect it was real "middle of the bale" Columbian Gold". The color was a light brown with goldish yellow mixed in. I wished I had some of it now to compare to today? How did the best you smoked compare to today?
Splaap
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My last Thai stick connection ended one night as I
walked past the guys that were there to arrest him. He
had been honored by the Rotary Club the week before but
that didn't help. He still did serious time. Oh the good old days.
I was the orchi bottle , and a piece of my mum's garden hose generation.
Mum never did figure out why her hose was getting shorter
ISK
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in 1975 we would buy a pound for $200 (Canadian) but would pull out about 2 or 3 ounces of stock and seeds
An ounce would sell for $20, so would get a few free ounces.
We would use an album to separate the seeds, which would be as much as 25% of the ounce
Anyhow...a few years ago while in Mexico for Christmas, I bought a 1/4 ounce of pot and it was loaded in seeds just like the old days.
I brought home 94 seeds from the 1/4 ounce just to see if it could be become decent pot.... it was not bad
An ounce would sell for $20, so would get a few free ounces.
We would use an album to separate the seeds, which would be as much as 25% of the ounce
Anyhow...a few years ago while in Mexico for Christmas, I bought a 1/4 ounce of pot and it was loaded in seeds just like the old days.
I brought home 94 seeds from the 1/4 ounce just to see if it could be become decent pot.... it was not bad
Karmarabten
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Wow, just out of curiosity I wanted to have a look at the weed I grew up with and stumbled across this roll it up page. So I am registered now if any one wants to chat about old school stories.
My experience with brick was just supposed to happen, I was born in 69 in new Orleans, I was one of 5 kids, 9 years behind my older brother Rocco, my oldest bro Frans was one of the premier drug dealers in the area, orange sunshine, mescaline, lsd25, redbud, Columbian gold, ECT ECT ECT, but I was just a kiddie when he was at his best. He had severe muscular dystrophy and no cops would ever fuck with him because he was so disabled, mind you we are talking about the early to mid 70's! But long story short, I started smelling weed and being in cars with weed from my way earlier memory. I stated smoking it at 9 years old after some tragic event involving my family, and if I saw my brothers they would give me weed like redbud or Gainesville green when it came around, but my family is Dutch so we traveled to Holland at least once or twice a year to visit family mostly in and around Amsterdam. I remember my first trip to the dam by myself at 10 or 11 and meeting up with a group of real punk rockers and they took me in right away because I was American and dutch and they turned me on to the world of hashish!!!
I became enamoured with hash, all day I dreamed about it's consistency, it's taste and incense like smells, I've tried every single true indigenous hashish from every country that produces it, my father and my mother and I moved to Holland when I turned 17, I got my full citizenship and my father had lots of shady business contacts in Spain, Russia, chech, you name it, we started importing hashish to Holland in 1988-89 and continued thru when we left in 1999 when my father got cancer and we had to be where he could get the best care, so, as time went on, I have grown to love all forms of this plant, ancient, spiritual, medicine! Thanks for reading my stupid rant, but all of it is true, and I wouldn't trade the memories of driving a lorry packed with Moroccan hashish inside of a huge false radiator across the Spanish border with my dad by my side all the while he was cooler than a seedless cucumber!! And me sweating 45 caliber bullets
My experience with brick was just supposed to happen, I was born in 69 in new Orleans, I was one of 5 kids, 9 years behind my older brother Rocco, my oldest bro Frans was one of the premier drug dealers in the area, orange sunshine, mescaline, lsd25, redbud, Columbian gold, ECT ECT ECT, but I was just a kiddie when he was at his best. He had severe muscular dystrophy and no cops would ever fuck with him because he was so disabled, mind you we are talking about the early to mid 70's! But long story short, I started smelling weed and being in cars with weed from my way earlier memory. I stated smoking it at 9 years old after some tragic event involving my family, and if I saw my brothers they would give me weed like redbud or Gainesville green when it came around, but my family is Dutch so we traveled to Holland at least once or twice a year to visit family mostly in and around Amsterdam. I remember my first trip to the dam by myself at 10 or 11 and meeting up with a group of real punk rockers and they took me in right away because I was American and dutch and they turned me on to the world of hashish!!!
I became enamoured with hash, all day I dreamed about it's consistency, it's taste and incense like smells, I've tried every single true indigenous hashish from every country that produces it, my father and my mother and I moved to Holland when I turned 17, I got my full citizenship and my father had lots of shady business contacts in Spain, Russia, chech, you name it, we started importing hashish to Holland in 1988-89 and continued thru when we left in 1999 when my father got cancer and we had to be where he could get the best care, so, as time went on, I have grown to love all forms of this plant, ancient, spiritual, medicine! Thanks for reading my stupid rant, but all of it is true, and I wouldn't trade the memories of driving a lorry packed with Moroccan hashish inside of a huge false radiator across the Spanish border with my dad by my side all the while he was cooler than a seedless cucumber!! And me sweating 45 caliber bullets
Karmarabten
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I used a frisbee also for seed separation
DurumGallico
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Karmarabten
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Wow that bakkie is loaded with weed, too bad you can't get it out prob some hella shite! Love that bag of green too!
Killaki
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I never see weed like that anymore. Its sort of sad because I don't mind seeds sometimes. Also I have seen sensimilla of similar quality trying to go for $35-$40/an eighth which is total dog shit pricing.
15+ years ago that sort of weed was everywhere with or without seed didn't matter. The price was always $10-$25/8th depending on if someone thought they had some really good shit.
You could get an ounce for $60-$100 American. Sometimes it was brick, sometimes it was shake, sometimes it was bunches of little bits of bud. Could be green, brown, yellow, or
almost black.
I wouldn't smoke it probably these days but I do wish I had the seeds. Grow her out, and treat her right. Problem is bag seed is rare around here these days, especially if you frequent dispensaries.
MickFoster
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How about the 60's?
