Tuesday, 25 January 2011


Thai (skunk, probably) was a low-grade weed I bought from an artsy and hip coffeeshop called Metamorphose, which I will describe in greater detail in a later post. The price was extremely cheap, as expected, with only 10€/2g if I remember correctly. I had the intention of buying something natural, mild, and cheap, as I was a little cautious after The Clown and knowing that Dutch cannabis is the shit. What I got shall be described by this picture:


I had recently made acquaintance with this guy, so we had a smoke at his place with his roommate with my brand new pipe we named 'Longbow'. The weed was thick and hard, like chopped wood and it was a pain in the ass to grind it down without a grinder. We smoked a bowl and were quite taken aback by it's mild quality. The weed was also rather harsh on the throat but we managed to finish the bowl. Probably, as it didn't burn so well and was extinguished after a while.

It wasn't quite like this.

The weed gave us a mellow buzz, good for a nice chat and some easy-listening music. It didn't get us far, even after smoking more bowls so we mixed it with some hash and enjoyed a relaxed evening. All in all, Thai wasn't too good. The form was hard, the smoke was harsh, and the effects were so mild you could actually use it as a blender. One out of five, a waste of the small amount of money you put in it.

Thai (weed):
Stoned, non-body
Overall: 1/5
Price: 4/5
Strength: 1/5
Mind: 1/5
Body: 1/5

Monday, 24 January 2011

The Clown

The Clown was the first coffeeshop and also the first strain I made acquaintance with when I arrived in Groningen. Situated in a common walking street, it probably is the first coffeeshop noticed by a visitor in town. However, even with "The Best In Town" -slogan, it hardly pleased me in a desireable way. Nowadays I skip it without hesitation. The athmosphere just doesn't quite suit me. And the clowns laughing at you in the window. Gosh. It's like a Stanley Kubrick movie. But enough for the introduction, let us go into detail of this moderately wretched place.

They're all laughing at you...

I was going home from a pub with the planned action of taking a first visit in a coffeeshop since moving to town. The Clown was one of the only ones I knew, even though I had heard of some other, better places to go to. I walked in to a thick, foggy interior full of people rolling their joints or having exhaustive late night chats. A rather unsettling beat was playing in the background. I remember reading of some rude Germans inhabitating The Clown often but I couldn't spot any at the moment. The athmosphere was thick with some sort of hazy frustration with men old and young sitting quietly and watching.

My apologies to people with an irrational fear of clowns.

I bought a joint of Clown, a weed strain suspectedly grown exclusively for that very coffeeshop. I left the eerie place and went on home. I restrained myself from smoking it on the same day as I was feeling tired and drunk, but took the virginity of the joint on the next day. The high was moderate, not too strong but quite relaxing anyway. I enjoyed some Dutch television and made some drawings as I didn't have my laptop with me. It was all in all not too strong, not too mild an experience. Nothing much to say about it. Except when I went to bed.

I lay down and after a while I started feeling ticklish in my face. I don't remember if I fell asleep or just lay there with my eyes closed, but I started feeling as if something was crawling inside my face. It was a sensation nobody wants to feel and it had never happened before. Of course, I knew it wasn't possible but the sensation persisted. After a while I fortunately started to drift off to sleep and finally got rid of the unpleasant feeling. Never have I touched The Clown after that incident, yet that's only my opinion. There were plenty of people enjoying The Clown, and hell, maybe they did enjoy fucking insects crawling under their skin and the feeling of a thousand clowns laughing at you. I don't know. But I'm giving it a rating of two stars out of five.

The Clown (weed):
Stoned, Non-body
Overall: 2/5
Price: 2/5
Strength: 2/5
Mind: 1/5
Body: 2/5

The Clown (coffeeshop):
Overall: 2/5
Interior: 3/5
Athmosphere: 1/5
Variety: 2/5
Service: 2/5

Sunday, 23 January 2011

A fresh start

This blog is about the Dutch cannabis culture, written in an informative and appreciative manner by a non-dutch observer. As you may all know, cannabis is tolerated in the Netherlands, that is, an adult may buy, possess, and use cannabis products in coffeeshops and other places where cannabis consumption is allowed. Basically. I'm not going to go into details now, so look it up on wikipedia:

As the title says, this blog contains writings about this remarkably unique cultural feature. A relaxed view on different labels, coffeeshops, experiences, and such. Enjoy your time, contribute, and tune in for future posts.

Cheers. 420.