- Brandon Soderberg
- Jack Herer lacks a really strong taste or smell, and gives a narrow high.
There’s something special about the way The Emperor Wears No Clothes mixes spirited argument, ‘70s head-shop magazine silliness and multiple-entry-points fun. Imagine Be Here Now meets Spy on weeeeeed (or on more weeeeeed) basically, where form met content and resulted in a crazy, discursive, anti-respectable though also academically researched tome, man. So this strain, which itself goes back almost 30 years, takes its name from him. Jack Herer is pretty popular, especially among medicinal smokers, and I’m surprised we’ve not gotten to it already, which means reviewing it here is a bit like reviewing an album reissued, or celebrating some anniversary — a way, if this is like most “return to a classic” writing, to reimagine why it’s great, or knock a classic down a few pegs.
Plus, it’s a narrow high, changing a little all of the time with pain relief coming in the form of a shooting calm touched by a dancing in your bones, and you’ll get really relaxed but engaged, when you’re up for it. Then there’s the sense that there are a thousand thoughts in your head and 30,000 ways to connect them, and your cells vibrate. Whole entire moods dart around, take over then disappear, and you’re right on the edge of something, anything, everything. A bit like Herer himself often seemed, especially in a 1991 interview on the show Time 4 Hemp currently uploaded to YouTube where Herer tells the host — who has a mullet and a Tex Mex-style shirt — about how “birds live 10- to 20-percent longer if they have hemp seed in their diet, whether they’re birds in the wild or birds in a cage!”
Nose: The now-empty box you used to transport all the spices on your spice rack during a move
Existential dread: 3
Freaking out when a crazy person approaches you: 3
Drink pairing: Sorrel Drink
Music pairing: Joe Walsh, So What or Neil Young, On the Beach (depending on how seriously you take yourself)