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Strain review: Adub

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“A vegetative Gaudi creation.” - BAYNARD WOODS
  • Baynard Woods
  • “A vegetative Gaudi creation.”
There’s a certain kind of high and a certain kind of day that create a combinatory idyll, like orchids and wasps, each conforming somehow to the other... Adub and this spectacular crisp fall Friday right before Daylight Saving Time ends — when the light’s somehow at its most slanted and enchanted and you have nothing to do and the world’s aglow and your body’s loose and uninhibited, as if acting on instinct and yet reflective and in those moments when those things come together, even if you are aging and working in a dying industry in a dying world, it still feels like everything’s opened up before you.

Looking at the sky: Plato defined color as that which accompanies shape. If something has a shape, it has a color and if it has a color it has a shape. But what about the sky on a gorgeous day like today where the sky seems to be such a deeply intense blue? And yet it has no shape. It appears to be a dome until you look into it and then it’s just a deep brightness. That shining essence, what Zeus was, meant or represented. The glowing infinite deep of sky. It’s also been persuasively argued that the Greeks didn’t see a color blue; to them there was no such color, or at least no word for such a color. The sea is “winedark,” the sky, shining. Color is texture.

Adub is the kind of weed that will get you staring at the sky and thinking thoughts like that and they will feel, momentarily at least, right, important and true. You are convinced of the greatness of the day despite the horror of the times. But then you can start to ponder this gratitude you feel and remember the horror and reflect on it; the examples are endlessly unfolding with shootings and bombs and new fascist, er right wing populist, governments every day. And you can feel those things and, if you are, like me, separated from them, if you aren’t one of the people shot or killed or their family, you can feel the anger and the grief that comes with them without skidding out and going to the bar to down whiskey — and end up waking up even more surly and drinking more, to deal with the hangover, see, and then lying in bed in the morning staring at Twitter in renewed horror that makes you want to drink again. Not that there’s anything wrong with that sometimes, but this is far better. Even if you use it recreationally, Adub feels like good medicine for our bad times, and an enhancer of all the beauty still left in the world.

This popular strain holds a beautiful flower, like a vegetative Gaudi creation, with craggly spires and improbable peaks careening off a densely packed central bud. The orange hairs and white crystal trichomes almost dominate the leafy green. It comes from an inspired combination of ChemDawg, Alien Dawg, Sour Diesel and Sour Bubble, and it keeps that truck-stop aroma of the Sour D but mixes in a full-on but subtle fruit flavor, almost like pomegranates, or if they made pomegranate Big League Chew, plus a touch of cheap musky perfume.

Strength: 9
Nose: A trucker wearing lavender perfume and chewing Hubba Bubba while pumping gas
Euphoria: 9
Existential dread: 2
Freaking out when a crazy person approaches you: 2
Drink pairing: Pomegranate juice
Music pairing: “Perfume-V” by Pavement
Rating: 9

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