Chernobyl Live Diamonds
Eel River Organics' Chernobyl Live Diamonds concentrate is a sweet and sour combo in aroma and flavor. The high tends to grow stronger in the head with a calm, uplifting buzz. The body high is much milder but still relaxing. It's a great mood boost and it can keep little anxieties at bay. Use this surge of happiness to get you through household chores or a few errands.
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This Concentrate Gave Me Suburban Superpowers
Review by Brianna Wheeler
Apr 24, 2019 · 4 min read
Too much will floor you, but the right dose will give you wings.
One hazard of reviewing cannabis: I occasionally become violently too high. I’m a varsity stoner, so it’s not a persistent worry, but maybe it should be. It’s at least something I’m considering a bit more after a particularly raucous journey with Eel River’s Chernobyl Live Diamonds.
“Once I settled into it, the rest of the day vibrated with luminosity.”
Eel River Organics’ Chernoybl
I expect to blast off into another dimension when I dab, but this was too damn much. I had to place my face on the ground to commune with the center of the earth for a few moments. My heart forgot that it is a vital organ. My torso locked up like a power-tripping club bouncer—no air in, no exceptions, back of the line. This metaphysical chokehold shook me around for nearly an hour before it finally began to develop into its final form, which happened to be a sunny, delightful daytime sativa. Once I settled into it, the rest of the day vibrated with luminosity. I relaxed into some alphabet block play with my kiddo and let the high dissipate with sumptuous luxury.
My dose was a typical one: about two-thirds the size of a grain of rice, or just enough to balance on the tip of the stainless steel Korean chopstick I use as a dab tool. Clearly, it was too much. I know that now. So, for round two, I split my original dose into two smaller portions and then dabbed those consecutively. I wanted all the weekend morning vibes but none of the bruising onset and the two smaller dabs delivered just that. During round two, the high was effortless. The inhale was sheer and lemony with a pale exhale reminiscent of freshly cut grass. The clarity that I’ve come to associate with dabs was shining brightly at the onset. The body high was cool, refreshing, and crisp like a fountain-fresh Sprite. I felt confident, motivated, and determined to carpe the whole dang diem.
I scooted my kiddo off to school, completed a couple of errands, and went ham at the gym. Because I am a lady who loves to get rip-roaring faded before I zone out on the elliptical for a half hour, my experiences with weed are often enhanced by all the booty-ballooning endorphins I create. And while many of my rating sessions take place mid-stairclimber, this high in particular was a spectacular addition to my weedy workout ritual.
“It looks like rich amber honey flecked with glistening sugar crystals and a citrusy perfume that smells like pure summer.”
Halfway into my high, time started to feel inconsequential. I typically start my workout with 30 minutes of cardio, and this time, I was so pleasantly deep in my thoughts I hardly felt my heart rate rise the whole half hour. At the free weight area I lunged like a thigh-busting workout zombie, and what should have been a roaring fire in my quads barely registered as a twinge. It was during my yoga series that, in the midst of an inverted pose, my stomach lurched in revolt. It was sudden and momentarily debilitating, but I settled into a child's pose and rode the nausea out for less than a minute. That bit of dizzy seasickness was the only disagreeable moment of an entire morning spent in existential bliss, and I can't help but think I encouraged it with aggressively upside-down yoga.
For my first go-around with this concentrate, the relatively moderate 66%