“I didn’t feel heavy or weighed down, but more like I’d just stepped into a nice warm bath.”

When I took the first pull, the oil hit my lips with a slight bubble gum flavor. It was very smokable and smooth, and had a subtle aftertaste that didn’t overstay its welcome. I felt a calming aura wrap around me almost instantly. This calm started at the top of my head, moved through my shoulders, and followed my spine down to my lower back—soothing all my muscles as it traveled. I let out a sigh as I reclined and melted into my chair. The high became deeper, and soon my whole body was relaxed. I didn’t feel heavy or weighed down, but more like I’d just stepped into a nice warm bath.

My mind calmed as well. The repetitive thoughts that had been flying around my head were suddenly grounded and the skies were clear. It was like the silence you feel after someone turns off a static tv that you weren’t even aware was on. Relief and relaxation swept through and my mind was blank.

“Wow - such clarity, I haven’t a thought in the world!” I said to myself. And so, with a smile on my face, I set back to do some work.

The funny thing about a high that clears your mind is that it tends to do so indiscriminately. I couldn’t hold any thought in my head. I simply didn’t have the mental energy. As it turns out, being zen can really grind your workday to a halt, so while my inner-peace was at an all-time high, my productivity was at a low. Without any desire to do something, I didn’t do anything. I sat silently, with that classic middle-distance-stoner-stare, losing track of time until my meditative state was interrupted by hunger. I will often battle the munchies when I’m high, and I find most typically that the more relaxing the strain, the harder the fight becomes.

“So I kicked up my feet, bag of cookies on my stomach, and I began to relax with the power of 50 retirees.”

One whole bag of grapes later, I was back to my busy schedule of staring at my computer cursor. I tried to dig back into some of my real work, but would drift off and catch myself completely daydreaming about nothing. After several rounds of this, I decided to stop spitting against the wind and give myself up to the high. I let it take me where it wanted me to go. In this circumstance, it wanted me to go lie down on the couch. (And maybe pick up some cookies on the way!) It was the most frustratingly pleasant experience I’ve had. Fight all you want, friend: this high is gonna make you relax, and you’re gonna like it. So I kicked up my feet, bag of cookies on my stomach, and I began to relax with the power of 50 retirees.

After about 30-45 minutes, the high began to drift away. I expected to feel burnt out and tired, but to my surprise, the high was leaving me with a refreshed feeling. A warm energy was running throughout my body, and I felt rejuvenated. Despite this feeling, I had a hard time regaining focus and starting my workday back up. Just like getting a little drunk at lunch, it’s nearly impossible to recapture the momentum you’ve lost. Those who use cannabis during their workday should tread lightly. Unless you’re ready to say, “It’s five o’clock somewhere,” this oil is best used on the weekends, or after you’ve gotten what you wanted out of the day.