Verano Mag Landrace could prove to be the perfect Indica for myself. With a startlingly original taste and scent, and a buzz that’ll take two inches of height off you, I found myself snatching up every version of it I could. It comes with a reputation for being exotic. The reputation is deserved.
At ThriveIL today I picked up Verano Mag Landrace, believed to be a pure Iranian Landrace. Or Persian if you prefer to be exotic. I prefer. It’s an ancient Indica, at least if there’s any truth to the legends.
The Persians used cannabis for religious purposes, as far back as the third century. Somehow a clone of a Mag Landrace plant found its way to Illinois, without going through the usual channels. So what you get is the original strain, without being bred with others.
“Mag Landrace from Verano just redefined stoned in my book. I need to know if it was really that good, or if the reputation of an exotic strain of weed triggered the placebo effect. ”
I’d also read it reminded some people of hashish, and indeed, as I found out, would be good served in that fashion.
I also managed to pick up some Verano Mag Landrace RSO Oil. I love mixing oil and flower, particularly if they’re from the same strain. It intensifies everything … scent, flavor, buzz.
A combination perfect for the hash pipe
As soon as we got home I went for the hash pipe. I’d never tried RSO oil before. Named for the cancer patient who invented the process, Rick Simpson, he recommended rubbing it on. Others in the medical community recommend taking it orally.
The main drawback is if it’s made with a highly flammable agent in the concentration process. If so, you can’t smoke it. This wasn’t, and it smoked just fine.
It is thicker than the typical hash oil I get. Perhaps because of that, it spread easily on the small bud I had placed in the bowl. I popped the cap on and took the first hit.
It was the taste that struck me, before the effect of the pot.
When I was a little boy, I discovered a trunk in my grandpa’s attic. Inside was a World War One uniform, folded neatly away. Obviously this trunk hadn’t been opened in decades. That musty smell is what came to mind.
But not in a bad way. It was as though that smell had been transformed into something exotic and beautiful. And on the second hit, it evened out, and I thought of a Persian spice cabinet.
And that was all I needed for several hours, till Rango arrived, tonight’s test subject.
How to make one bowl stone two people
The rest of the afternoon and evening had been amazing. A lovely day with the wife. After dinner Rango showed up and we went upstairs to the lounge.
Six months ago Rango could have smoked as much dope as you put in front of him. And not felt much of anything. Now forty pounds lighter, he’s cut out the Cokes and the junk food, cut back on the weed and is something approaching healthy.
He’s no lightweight when it comes to weed now. He smokes more some days than I do in a week. But he has faced the fact that he does have limits.
I broke up a bit of the Verano Mag Landrace flower, and scraped it into a pile. Then I took out the syringe of the Mag Landrace RSO Oil, shot out a bit too much, caught it on the dab tool and pressed it into the broken up flower.
I began to twirl. The flower stuck to the oil and eventually formed a ball. I heated up the bowl of the bong, so when I put the tool in, the glob would slide off easier. It worked.
“I hate to think what I’m going to feel like in twenty minutes,” Rango said.
Rango had been lounging on the bed, playing guitar and I summoned him over. I knew I was going to need backup on this hit. I opted for the small torch. It’s the kind you can buy in any convenience store in the country. It gets hotter than a Bic lighter so it’s great for bongs, but you have to apply it for a while to heat up the nail in a dab rig.
It worked great on the oil/flower combination. And I was right. I needed backup.
I barely had enough air to pull the bowl off and try to clear the bong. I failed in that and passed it to him. I concentrated on not coughing and finding a way of getting the smoke out of my lungs.
Using a combination of short exhales and what I imagined in the midst of my head rush to be Yoga breathing, I managed to clear my lungs. Just in time for Rango to hand me the bong, which was still smoking menacingly.
There’s wasn’t much flower left, but the oil had clung to something and we passed the bong back and forth for far too long. Finally I handed it to him, the tendril of smoke still rising from the bowl, and he just shook his head.
I grabbed the dab tool and shuffled things about in the bowl, and must have tilted the screen as on my next hit, I sucked the glob down into the water where it was mercifully extinguished.
I sat the bong on the bar and we both stared at it, hesitantly, afraid that even submerged in water, it would start smoking again.
“I hate to think what I’m going to feel like in twenty minutes,” Rango said.
What he felt like twenty minutes
Twenty minutes later he’s having a smoke in the bathroom. I’m at the open window, watching the garage for raccoons and opossum. Last week we had a staring contest with an opossum on the roof outside the window. The bastard refused to leave, even when I whipped out the strobe light.
Rango stabs his cigarette out and starts to walk. His arm reaches out and grabs my leg. I like him too, but not that way. He moves quickly on, using any solid surface as a walking stick, working his way towards the bed in the lounge.
He reaches it manages to slide onto it with some degree of cool. A very slight degree, but you having to give him points for trying.
When you change your lifestyle, you find certain things just fit. Evidently Mag Landrace from Verano isn’t one of them for him. At least not in oil and flower mixture.
I manage to hold my own and stay upright. He did find himself vertical on occasion, but spent most of the rest of the night staring at the ceiling in the lounge, laying on the bed.
I even take a couple more bong hits of the Verano Mag Landrace flower. I love the taste, though I can still pick up the mustiness, but it’s quickly swept away by vision of nights in the sultan’s tent, someplace in the Iranian desert under a full moon.
The Particulars:
Verano Mag Landrace Flower
THC 27%, give or take
Verano Mag Landrace RSO
THC 83.9%