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This week I decided to pick up a strain I’d never heard of before: wonder woman. It’s definitely unique. Because I received it in compressed form, I’ve uploaded a picture of what the buds should look like for your education.

If joinTogether and random dispensary articles online are to be believed, wonder woman (aka wonder woman OG) is a hybrid strain that’s indicia dominant (60% indicia, 40% sativa) and entirely female. It’s rumored to originate from a cross between ice and top 44. It’s known for its heavy stone and usefulness in relieving pain, anxiety, and insomnia.

This stuff is a solid B+ grade strain that’ll knock your average toker out pretty quick. To the breakdown:

The Bud: I received this in compressed bud form (pictured above), but I could tell that this stuff would be pretty dense and sticky buds. It looks a lot like diesel: a dark green covered in brown hairs.

The Smell: A strong fruity diesel aroma that’ll punch you right in the nose. Keep this stuff in a jar or a couple plastic bags for maximum stealth.

The Smoke: Smooth at first, but the bottom of the bowl could hint kinda harsh. It tastes a little hashy to me. The smoke has a potent smell.

The High: Two words: couch lock. This stuff makes a great before-bed bowl. It’s euphoric and a little trippy as well. I definitely feel like I’m flying high. Not munchies inducing unless you start snacking. I wouldn’t put this in the smoke and go category unless you’re a pretty big toker like yours truly. It lasts quite a while: at least three to four hours or longer for inexperienced types.

Overall: At the price I paid for it, it’s a killer value. It’s not the dankest of the dank, but it got me happy for quite a bit. I’d recommend this to anyone, and would especially recommend it for inexperienced and moderate smokers. I’m not sure of its availability, so keep an eye out for it.

“Your demons catch up to you,” Or at least that’s what you said last night at a quarter to, And that was the last time I shed a tear or two For my demon that sometimes is you.

Mary Jane could never erase all the pain But at least our love wasn’t washed down the drain, Still that powder begs to flow through my veins I push those thoughts away and wait for this train.

There’s a place in Chanhassen I visit once a week, The rich people come and try to speak, Their words come out all ruffled and tweaked, While I sit back in my corner and try to release The venom from something their pamphlets call a disease.

Now that I’ve upgraded from third street to second street, My mind no longer bothered by your drama and greed, I gladly hand you over to that tar stained bad seed, And hope one day you’ll break from that righteous lead, But don’t expect my Catholic conscious to bleed When you find that the only victims truly in need Are the sheep who gather around a table and read From a gospel soaked in the darkest blackberry brandy I’ve ever seen.

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