This bud’s flavor rates a bit bland, though its inhale feels menthol-like.
restive combination of Blue Dream and Space Queen, Dream Queen smells like candy. Like a “fruit”-flavored thing rather than, you know, just a fruit-flavored thing. A chemical remix of lemon or cherry that doesn’t taste like lemon or cherry but offers up some High-Def idea of lemon or cherry. And the buds look radioactive, a kind of heightened, tweaked-out green — and the high, well it’s all jittery and nuts, more so than your average Sativa-dominant. Maybe the closest feeling to this would be like a Dunkin’ Donuts coffee where you drink it and you’re just like, “Is this even coffee? Is this caffeine doing this to me? I feel different and geeked-up so something’s working here but, well, I am suspicious and suddenly stressed out but I am going to go with it.” Then, the edge goes away and you’re glowing for a few fleeting moments. Dream Queen’s high is short and you may want to keep smoking, re-upping every 45 minutes or so. It enables a lot of smoking over a small time period because its flavor is bland and its inhale is menthol-like.
A useful tip: Leave the house, get outside, walk around or wander on this stuff because the wandering high of Dream Queen gets enhanced when you engage. You become a big dumb baby walking around outside, all “oh wow,” and that continues when you return home or to a more controlled environment. Your thoughts will enjamb and free associating takes over and you’ll observe patterns where there aren’t any or double and triple back on certain things, serious or inconsequential. Consider this: Hours after taking a cab home I was caught up thinking about cabs vs. ridesharing and well of course, late capitalism. I try to take cabs still. That’s not a boast or something I think everybody should do, it’s just one of those weird things that I take a stupid stand on — if I can take a cab easily I’m gonna take a cab. I’ll sometimes explain to people that it’s really not all that much more expensive than ridesharing though yes, it is often less convenient to grab a cab but convenience “at what cost” and so on, you know the deal — it’s basically correct but also semi-sanctimonious, insufferable bullshit. Anyway, the “best” part about my cab ride stance is that cab rides actually cost me way more than ridesharing because I always give cabbies just totally outrageous tips because I have some ridiculous (and actually probably pretty condescending) sympathy for them because well, their job is being taken away.
So a cab ride will be like, $5.20 and I hand the dude a $20 bill and just ask for eight bucks back. This is the kind of anxiety-fueled second-guessing Dream Queen will do to you and the low-stakes insight it’ll elicit. They don’t quite balance each other out and Dream Queen’s appeal comes via this nervous discord.
When you’re in the candy aisle of a gas station
Freaking out when a crazy person approaches you:
Christoph De Babalon, If You’re Into It, I’m Out of It