Super Silver Sour Diesel Haze
By the numbers: $10-12/gram medical or $25/gram recreational at Denver Kush Club, 2615 Welton St., Denver
This week really seemed to be a series of tests. The things I had to do and a temperamental toddler had me teetering on the edge of sanity. I needed time to myself, time to think. I had picked up some Super Silver Sour Diesel Haze and thought I’d try putting it to work.
This strain is a sativa-dominant hybrid. It was darker on the outside and covered with red hairs but became lighter in color as I peeled away the layers to the center of the trichome-covered bud.
My intent when going into the Denver Kush Club was to have a recreational shopping experience and to walk out with some kind of Haze. It was closer to the end of the day and my options were limited, but I did find what I was looking for in an eighth of Super Silver Sour Diesel Haze. Phew.
I’d smoked it a little early in the week and taped myself for notes. Have you watched yourself in anything but a 7-second Vine video lately? It’s weird hearing and watching yourself talk.
In my video notes I was smoking out of a chillum and said that there was no obvious taste. The smoke wasn’t severe and I didn’t cough at all. It was a pleasant and mild high that cured me of my aches and pains and provided a great appetite stimulant. Overall, my video notes from the beginning of the week seemed positive.
And doesn’t life have a way of just bringing you down sometimes? After that video came the week from hell. Maybe it’s more P.C. to say, “I had a taxing week as a parent.” Regardless, I love my little guy, but he has been working on some dirty diapers that I couldn’t have imagined in my darkest nightmares. He’s been ruining pajamas, wrecking sheets and requiring daily morning baths. In addition, I’ve been stressing out about buying a new couch, trying to make the TV less of a focus in our living room and seeking a way to get some consistent “me” time. Lots on my plate.
My brain hurt and my back hurt. I needed to smoke and I needed to do yoga. Both are relaxing for me in different ways, and combined they can produce some pretty interesting revelations. I totally get why Rastafarians use marijuana as a part of their spirituality. And while most yoga professionals will say “no way” to it, there are definitely yogis who use marijuana to aid their practice. Check out a documentary called “Hippie Masala.” Good stuff.
OK, so back to the weed. Because I’d smoked it a little earlier in the week I knew it wasn’t an intense version of the strain. I rolled a small joint (in like 30 seconds — still working on my time for the Denver County Fair contest) and lit it while watching an episode of “Couples Therapy.” I love you, Dr. Jenn!
The joint was smooth, if I do say so myself. Again, there was no coughing and no overt taste — other than smoke. I’ve read it can taste spicy and peppery, or light and floral. Those seemed to be competing descriptions. I had no problem with the taste I was getting, so I continued on.
I had a sip or two of coffee and watched the show. I’m a TV watcher, what can I say. A pivotal moment was about to occur — but I hit pause. My joint was done and while I enjoy the boob tube, the point of my sesh was to do yoga. I grabbed my mat and headed to the living room.
The high is definitely an enlightening one. As I slowly progressed through my sun salutation I let my mind wander and wonder a bit. I noticed I was counting the things I had to be thankful for. I found myself praising all the good eggs I had in my basket instead of lingering on the rotten ones. Which is a feat, let me tell you.
I even had a brilliant notion regarding my career choices going forward and what I might like to try. New ventures would require a lot of me but it would also mean I could have a day job when my son starts preschool. By the end of my salutation to the sun I was flowing easily and quickly from one pose to the next with a smile on my face. There is nothing like a little clarity.
I experienced no paranoia and it aided my appetite again. I enjoyed an optimistic experience that was mildly intoxicating for an hour before the mental part of the high wore off and it became only a body relief aid. SSSDH is one you can definitely go out in public on, and I recommend you do so.