Love At First Whiff
Lesson learned: If it smells good, you're in for a good time.
My nose has never been very good at its one job: smelling things. Plenty of people dream about having the power to fly or walk through walls, but I dream of one day being able to accurately identify smells. Because as it stands now, I can barely tell a lavender plant from a eucalyptus tree smell-wise. For no less than five years, I’ve been trying to identify the scent of the desert, a dusty, almost leathery fragrance that rises through the floorboards whenever I leave my Los Angeles apartment for more than two days. It’s as familiar to me as the back of my hand and yet I can’t seem to put my finger on it.
“Flower that smells good almost never lets me down high-wise.”
When it comes to weed, I’m not much better off. Which sucks because identifying the plant’s terpenes (compounds that give plants their smell) can tell you a lot about what kind of high you’re going to get. A hint of cloves, for instance, can indicate the presence of myrcene, a sleep enhancer, while hints of lemon let you know that bud contains limonene, an energizing terpene. Put a citrusy sativa in front of me, however, and I’ll probably tell you it’s a sleepy indica hybrid. But in one regard my nose never fails me: Flower that smells good almost never lets me down high-wise. Because even if I can’t identify what specific aroma attracts me, I know a flower is going to be good when I can’t stop myself from breathing it in. What can I say? My nose may be ignorant but that doesn’t stop it from having opinions.
Such was the case with Jungle Boys’ Gelato. I can’t tell you what it smelled like specifically, but when I opened the pouch to take a big inhale, I fell for it—hard. Its funky, dare I say juicy (?!) aroma both delighted and comforted my senses. It helps that Jungle Boys is known for developing pungent, potent flower that delivers a hefty high after just one hit. On a recent road trip to Vegas and the Grand Canyon, I rolled a very rustic-looking joint, crumbling the flower with my fingertips. The more I worked with it, the more it released the pungent fragrances that captured my heart. It was love at first whiff.