Chemmy Jones reviews

I absolutely love this strain. Best one I’ve had in awhile. It really helped with my anxiety, depression, chronic pain, more social! Hits hard. Long time smoker, cough my ass off! I highly recommend this strain!

I discovered this strain by accident, and I am glad that I did. I cope with PTSD and anxiety, and this strain is helping me have a clearer, brighter outlook--it is helping me become more functional in all areas of my life. I am grateful to have found it, and will look for it again.

Not a fan, immediate headache, had to sleep it off, avoid

Love this strain

Smoked a gram of this strain and enjoyed it immensely. A nice, clear headed buzz makes it a great choice for a morning wake and bake on a day off. Or not on a day off. Mostly chill feeling and no paranoia, it didn't feel like a racey sativa smoking it. Later that day proceeded to bake a gram of the Chemmy Jones into a firecracker. Ate that and could feel its' Casey Jones' trippy Sativa lineage. Got spooked out coming up on it while doing some light gardening/landscaping. Was able to work in the yard for a couple hours on this edible. Unusually energetic high for an edible, which usually tend to couch lock. Great, versatile strain.

My girl likes indica. She is fast and high strung naturally. I am not. Just the opposite actually. Therefore I like a high functioning active high. This is that. Indeed. My neck is getting loose. And Ive pertained to things unsung by the incoming fractured echos from our future's songbird. Birthing us unaware, into a light, blooming like the golden mane of the eternal lion and falling finally and faintly into the distant reaches of reality.

Functional? If wobbling back and forth while you watch your cat watch your dog who is watching you watch your cat is functional, the hell yeah it's functional! This shit is amazing but the Chemmy I had was too strong to allow anything other than laughing and having an amazing sack session with the wifey. I seriously couldn't walk straight for the first 30 minutes, but becoming a human drone was easy peasy man.

Farts are treacherous, especially the little ones you think won't stink, like the the tiny pooter you just one-cheek-sneaked in your cube. "Ah -- The perfect crime," you think, sticking to your theory that it was "all sound and no fury". So when you test that little theory by giving a little sniff, you promptly get frying-panned right in the face by The Stench That Came from C'Thulu's Ass. And as you're ducking staplers thrown at you by your gagging co-workers, you think, "What the FUCK just happened to me?" Chemmy Jones is a little like this. As soon as you blaze the Jones, everyone in your zip code is going to know you're getting lit -- it's just that pungent. No little sneaker hits here; you might as well just hire a skywriter to emblazon the heavens with "HEY, DUDES! I SCORED SOME CHEMMY JONES AND I'M GONNA GET HELLA BAKED!" as soon as you take your first hit. And about that hit -- be ye wary of how many you take because this stuff is the ultimate sneaker weed. One minute you're all, "Yeah, I guess Yes is an ok band . . ." and 20 seconds later you're "HOLY JESUS, AN -ORGAN SOLO- RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SONG? THAT'S FUCKING BRILLIANT!" This weed shifts gears faster than your local politician when asked if that was really him photographed blowing a horse, so be cautious with the over-tokage. Even if you don't end up in Spinney Land due to being one toke over the line, the "normal" high will totally 9/11 your brain and you will DEFINITELY "never forget".