Bedford Grow’s Azrael is an Indica dominant hybrid that’s relaxing, but stimulates the brain as well. It might not help with cognitive processes, or their efficiencies. Pretty high in THC, it lends itself to deeper thought, as long as you don’t take those thoughts too seriously. Just like the film where my guess is, Azrael got its name.
There’s a film called Dogma, starring Matt Damon and Ben Affleck. Often their films make me hurl, but they’re balanced by Jay and Silent Bob, the most obnoxious weed fueled comedy duo since Cheech and Chong.
Dogma incorporated Catholic theology, demonology and a spiritual quest, with dick and weed jokes. The main nemesis of the film is of course, Azrael.
When I saw Bedford Grow’s Azrael on the menu at ThriveIL in Harrisburg, I figured the name was because of his more well known occupation … the angel of death. Or demon, depending on where you fall in the Islamic, or Judeo Christian belief system.
Being the dutiful researcher I am, I checked out the strains which turned out to be Bedford OG and … Dawgma. Someone at Bedford Grow must have a sick sense of humor. I ordered it on the spot.
Bedford OG is a 80-30 Indica/Sativa hybrid, close to the Kush OG, and a very relaxing buzz. Calm is the word that comes to mind, with a burst of euphoria at the beginning.
Dawgma is a 50-50 hybrid, also known for its euphoric effects. It also sharpens the the mind in a stoned sort of way, and the sativa gives it a lift.
That lift is suppressed in Azrael, but it doesn’t strike you dead as the name might imply. Though the couch felt really good. The calmness of the OG and the spark to the imagination from the Dawgma made for a sweet afternoon, just sitting around the house.
Well that’s what I remember, though in reality we spent part of the afternoon bailing water out of the basement from the rain outside that was seeping up through the floor. It was surprisingly zen-like, sucking the streams of water from between the bricks with the Shop Vac.
That’s the key to Azrael. Even when doing the mundane, your mind is able to find something of interest to focus on.
After a nap and supper, I loaded a new glass pipe with it. I found it at Thrive, and it had been buzzing me each time I saw it. It has a bee theme to it, and I dig the bees. It’s handblown from Empire Glassworks, a relatively high end brand. I don’t typically spend that much for paraphernalia, but Christmas was coming up.
Well that’s what I remember, though in reality we spent part of the afternoon bailing water out of the basement from the rain outside that was seeping up through the floor. It was surprisingly zen-like, sucking the streams of water from between the bricks with the Shop Vac.
I made the point that if we didn’t get a real tree this year, I could afford the pipe, she encouraged me. Last year’s tree, now denuded and dry is still in the yard. She’s not a fan of Christmas anyway. But she loves to see me happy, and I love her for that.
So I lit up and she popped in Harry Potter. The Order of the Phoenix I think. I seem to remember seeing these with my kid when they came out. I’m old school on fantasy books and films. It’s a bit too modern for my tastes, but perfectly enchanting to watch stoned, providing you don’t spend the film picking it apart.
I fall into that camp usually. But the Azrael kept me kicked back on the couch, and content enough to just watch and fall into the story, not to look for the holes. I still did … but not enough to kill the pleasure for me.
The pipe cooled the smoke a bit, more so than the hash oil pipe I’ve used for decades. It’s sturdy. You don’t get the sense you could drop it on a brick floor, but it would stand a good chance of surviving carpet.
Afterwards I tried a couple of bong hits. It was smoother this way, easier to take more smoke without coughing. Much. It took the second to get the dose right, and even that provided a head rush.
I literally melted and slid down to the edge of the chair, the back of my head resting against the top, like a slouching teenager. My eyes were closed and I remembered how a review said the effects were psychedelic. I opened my eyes to flashes of purple and red and yeah, even though it was only a flashing Halloween light still up in the lounge, it was fucking psychedelic.
Azrael from Bedford Grow is a demon of a buzz.
Bedford Grow’s Azrael
Hybrid of Bedford OG and Dawgma
THC: 26.38%