- Baynard Woods
- Sour Ape is mature: It know the rules, and knows how to break them.
Or maybe it’s that moment in Star Wars: The Last Jedi (sort of spoiler) when it was silent and the silence was perfect but the theaters got scared and started warning people about it in advance and therefore sort of ruined it. Or it’s like when you realize that the kid who killed Omar in The Wire was the kid who was walking around playing Omar a couple seasons earlier.
At any rate, Sour Ape gets you thinking like this — it is one of those highs that keeps you looking at context and subtext (the ingredients for paranoia) without getting you paranoid. A sort of surprising weed wherein the surprises come with enough context that they are more delightful than disorienting.
It starts with a nice lift, that initial sweeping the dust from the day, but settles into a contemplative staring out the window that is ideal for these depths of winter and, in my case, for middle age. It is weed that knows what it is and is comfortable in its own skin and knows the rules and so knows how to break them somehow. Like a Ulysses of herb.
It’s a weed that’s really worth tasting in a vaporizer. Combustion can bring out the flavor of some strains. But with this one the dark cinder of combustion cancels out the subtle combination. Through a bong, it tastes OK, but with a Pax or some other high-quality vaporizer that highlights the terpenes it’s complex, savory and sweet in unexpected ways.
Sour Ape stands as a revelatory weed that is also chill and relaxing. It’s one of the most glorious varieties available, reminding you of all the things you love about weed.
Nose: Lavender, gas-fumes, citrus, grape Hubba Bubba
Existential dread: 1
Freaking out when a crazy person approaches you: 1
Drink pairing: A robust porter
Music pairing: “Excursions,” by A Tribe Called Quest