“Experiencing the come up was like being in an ever-accelerating supercar. ”

Oasis Cannabis Co. is a California brand that appears to have launched in March of 2020 with a line of edibles and plans to release flower and other products down the line. While I hadn’t tried their edibles, I’d seen them on Instagram as they’re one of the brands that employ a more aggressive social media strategy of leaving personal comments on the pages of players in the weed world. Outside of having experienced that somewhat questionable tactic of obtaining free advertising, I had no idea who they were, or what to expect.

Cool-toned stripe patterns of purple, silver, and blue framed the Oasis logo on the package. The brand aesthetic didn’t exactly scream anything in particular, but I liked the clean, resort-wear vibe of their design. A little blue pop-out listed the THC at 80mg in total, with each peanut butter cup containing 40mg. As someone who requires a higher dose than the 10mg THC per serving cap on edibles put in place by Prop 64, this was a fantastic surprise.

Upon unwrapping one of the two individually wrapped cups I saw that it was clearly divided into four servings by a white cross printed on the chocolate. I decided to eat 20mg to start and go from there.

With smooth chocolate, natural-tasting peanut butter, and a cannabis flavor that was present but not overwhelming, the first bite was so good I immediately checked the label. As I suspected, Oasis uses only the highest quality vegan ingredients, with nothing gross—ever. While reading the back of the package, I also learned that Oasis actually grows its own flower! This is extremely rare in the edibles industry and is held in high regard. Before I even felt high, I was sold on the integrity of this brand’s production.

An hour later, I was riding in the passenger seat through the winding hills of Beachwood Canyon with the windows down in a state of utter bliss. Experiencing the come up was like being in an ever-accelerating supercar. I felt euphoric, energized, focused, and downright giddy. My body was weightless, and there was no room in my mind for anything besides joy.

“Despite being stoned as fuck, I felt alert, competent, and free from the social anxiety that sometimes plagues me when I’m too high in public.”

One lane roads were lined with architecture ripped from the villages of fairy tales, built by Disney illustrators in the 20s and 30s back when Hollywood was called Hollywoodland and the movies had no sound. We drove past a particularly enchanted home leftover and restored from that long-gone era. Every wall was flanked with ivy. The roof undulated like a mushroom trip, the deck dripped with purple wisteria. I asked my friend to slow to a halt before yelling, “Let’s go buy some plants!”

We drove to a nursery in Tujunga, a sunbleached corner of the San Fernando Valley where heat radiates and parked RVs line the streets. The nursery stretched out before us like a dreamland at the end of the desert. Despite being stoned as fuck, I felt alert, competent, and free from the social anxiety that sometimes plagues me when I’m too high in public.

I struck a deal on a tiny palm. I got two rubber trees for the price of one. My dog pooped in the corner and they weren’t even that mad about it. I was golden. While I felt distinctly intoxicated, the high was so well balanced that I still felt capable, albeit a little silly along the way.

Bottom line, these Peanut Butter Cups are fucking dynamite. I truly can’t go on about them enough, so you should just try them for yourself. Take a quarter if you’re chilling, and a half if you want to make even the most mundane activities blindingly fun. If you really want to kick it up, fuck it, eat the whole thing, and stay inside. We’re in the middle of a pandemic, after all. It’s the responsible thing to do.