• 518
  • 0

Dream journal, 12 September 2021: I’m in my flat, sitting at my computer. There’s a video playing, and I’m smoking weed. A piece of masking tape on the baggie reads “APE SHIT”. I laugh. I feel good….

It wasn’t a dream, of course. It was Highlander’s Blue Cheese. Just in my last post I mentioned having built up quite a severe tolerance and that I haven’t felt properly stoned in a very long time. I won’t lie to you—I wasn’t high off my rocker, but this Blue Cheese stuff got me pretty damn close for once.

Now, the cheese is definitely there in the aroma, albeit quite mild like gouda or mozzarella; the predominant terpene seems to be terpinolene, accounting for the fruit-punch flavour with  notes of rooibos and vanilla. The glittering buds break apart with a soft styrafoam-like texture and offer one of the gentlest smoking experiences I’ve had. It feels like mist and tastes like how I imagine the White Honey potion in The Witcher 3, which is to say sweet, mild, and refreshing, maybe a bit like marshmallow or milk.

The most outstanding quality of Highlander’s Blue Cheese is its ability to perfectly recreate the feeling inside a lucid dream. This is not hyperbole or fancy, but a splendid coincidence—besides slackening my rarely relaxed muscles, the mind is submerged in a warm bath, fuzzy and saturated in a dreamy fugue; a gauzy glow of happiness. I’ve been rather creative on this stuff, but I have to warn you that you might be tempted to take a nap—I was, and I don’t nap (I did this time, in case you were wondering). That said, this is an excellent puff to have before bed, especially if you struggle with sleep.

Author

John Pot

John Pot is a half-baked (often baked) linguist, aspiring novelist, painter of portraits, fencer of foils, hiker of hills, and happy backyard farmer. Raised in Jeffreys Bay, he now works among the artefacts and heirlooms of old Stellenbosch.

Add Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *