“My brain was on a three-second delay as if I were communicating with Earth from the International Space Station.”

Once I landed back on terra firma, I was locked onto and into my couch...and ultimately just gave up and became a part of it. As Kafkaesque as that may sound, it soon turned into an immersive evening of watching almost the entirety of Season 1 of this Israeli spy thriller on Netflix. I don’t speak Israeli mind you, and I could hardly follow the subtitles with my brain being on a three-second delay as if I were communicating with Earth from the International Space Station, but strangely enough I was able to follow along. Now I’m not saying that Jet Fuel x S’mores by Skunk Feather will give you the sudden ability to converse in and understand Hebrew, but I’m not NOT saying that as well.

At some point in the night my eyelids had gotten to where a construction crane couldn’t have kept them open. To say that a generous dose of this hash is likely to put you to sleep is like saying a shark attack will ruin your attempt to swim the English Channel. It should really go without saying.

The following day I gained a new found respect for smoking this hash, as I knew intimately where it could take you. Moderation was the name of this game. This time I sprinkled some (not too much) in my joint, and managed to avoid the wrecking ball that hit me the previous night. I felt as if I was enjoying a profoundly vibrant and ethereal high that would start around the head and work its way down to the feet. By not going overboard, it became a manageable, if not memorable, experience that brought out a tidal wave of gratitude. It was a total 180 degrees from my previous state of stress and anger. It’s as if this hash knew exactly where to go to push the right buttons and turn the correct dials to turn me from a self-obsessed Mr. Hyde type, into an appreciative and mellow Dr. Jekyll (although I have no medical degree of any sort, unless you count all the times I have stayed at a Holiday Inn Express).

“This hash really seemed to quiet the pain in my shoulder.”

As an added bonus, this hash really seemed to quiet the pain in my shoulder. I’d woken up with the sensation that I could hardly move my arm from a previous day’s workout, but once I smoked this offering from Skunk Feather, I was treated to a lightness that knew no pain. Now I’m not saying I was ready to throw on my boxing gloves and go 12 rounds on a heavy bag mind you. This is not a particularly energetic concentrate, but if it’s relief from stress or pain you seek, or a deep sense relaxation, then this will be your friend till the end. Just don’t smoke too much or your friend will take on the appearance of a space-age cyclops that demands your brain as tribute. This hybrid hash comes in at 53.60% THC, and a one gram purchase should go a long way in supplying you with a steady stream of serenity.