Sour Diesel reviews

The strain of sour diesel. Is a good strain . Also was directed by staff which strain would help my medical condition. Was satisfied with the bartender directions to medicate me

definitely sativa. gave me a headache but I'm an indica smoker.

I love sour diesel. It never fails to lift mood

This stuff will stink up your abode the moment you open the bag/jar. Lots of skunk and lemon. Tastes wonderful. A great afternoon strain that leaves you chill but functional. I can see why this flower is a classic.

My mate handed me the dank kush, in a piece of a blue plastic bag, that had been sealed with an eternal flame created by the ancient shamans themselves. Downie (codename) told me "Don't be smoking too much of that, it'll kill ya.", what he should've was "Mate, your balls will be seeing you next fall with of all the tripping they will do!". Nonetheless, Me being a hardass stoner lad, with great experience, believed I was above my peers in weed experience #tyuni. Therefore, I rolled 2g gram cone joint and went my back secret garden area (place were my dog pisses and shits) and sparked up. The area was enclosed from the outside world by 4 huge white walls, that looked thre tower of Gondor in LotR, as I stood there admist these protective guardians, who kept safe while I smoked the ganja, the joint began to burn........ The silky smooth smoke entered my lungs, I was filled with euphoria and pure ecstasy, as i entered another dimension with each drag, like that scene from Doctor strange. The smell was overwhelming, it could be smelt and traced from atleast a mile with even the most blocked nose. Sour diesel would revolutionary in tackling global warming, for if one was to exhale this ganja into the fuel tank of a car, it would run faster than usian bolt on crack and last as long as I do in bed. The fire's of mount Doom could not compare, to the fires of the stinging Roger, the last inhale hit the back throat with as much power and ferocity as Chris brown after the MTV Music awards. Now, the one thing that remind was the roach, the time was 3.32am and like the one ring which needed to be cast into the fire, my brain told me to cast it over the wall to destroy the evidence, so that my neighbours would not locate it and converse with my parents. I paced for 30 minutes, trying to decide which wall to throw it over. I then eventually muttered "fuck it", chucked it over the rear wall and most likely landed on my neighbours car. I then proceeded to sneak back into my house where I was met with my brother making food in the kitchen and he stares at me in the eyes as I walk through the door. In my head I am saying holy shit, he knows and then I start laughing out loud and play off that I'm drunk and I was on a night out at the club and he being the innocent religious person he is, believed me and I ran upstairs with my heartbeat going 2000mpfh (Miles per fucking hour.) I locked myself into my room, sat in my spinny chair and stared at the fucking black monitor that hadn't been turned on and I then proceeded to trip balls for 2 hours straight. I didn't even eat any food because I physically could not get out of my chair. 5/5 would smoke any time I can get my hands on it.

This is one of my favorite strains. It never disappoints. That skunky taste and smell are a nice welcome into a very relaxing effect. I always tell people, it has the same qualities of an indica without the couch lock effect. Nice dank buds burn well in a bowl or joint.

Absolute fire

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