- Baynard Woods
- Granddaddy Purple’s “stubborn intensity is its own reward.”
Granddaddy Purple mind you, is a mix of Big Bud and Purple Urkel, which immediately begs the question, “OMG, WHY THE HELL IS THIS NOT CALLED BIG URKEL?” I mean come on, what a lost opportunity. The way pot people play fast and loose with good taste, or really with good-bad taste — to steal a phrase from John Waters — is endlessly disappointing. In a world where Berry White exists or the Zappa-esque, jam band song-sounding nonsense such as Big Buddha Cheese is a classic, the decision to not dub this Big Urkel and with it, conjure up the image of a massive, oversized Jaleel White, makes no damn sense.
In all of the ways that matter though, Granddaddy Purple delivers, thanks to it being a 50/50 Indica and Sativa mix that makes you really, really, relax. I smoked some out of a big bong — the kind you should arguably not still own or use into your early 30s — and got immediately pounded by a coughing fit hit. Smoke didn’t so much enter my lungs as crawl down my throat and grab onto my lungs and poke, prod and pull. With my throat and chest aching, my head tilting back like a newborn baby’s, and my eye sockets vibrating from the aforementioned massive bong rip (no other way to describe how stupidly I inhaled here ... this was an epic rip) I just let GDP do its thing. The night was over and I was nothing more than thud on the couch. Though this wasn’t one of those menacing, dead-in-the-head kind of highs that some unforgiving strains have, it was a halfway out-of-body high that transitioned nicely back to being sober or falling asleep.
Nose: Watered-down Welch’s Grape Juice
Existential dread: 4
Freaking out when a crazy person approaches you: 4
Drink pairing: Watered-down Welch’s Grape Juice
Music pairing: Ginger Baker’s Air Force, Ginger Baker’s Air Force