I want to say it’s like a tonic for the soul, but then you would have an image of a cozy stoner spooning a body pillow in some cabin nook with a copy of The Four Agreements lying unopened on the nightstand. While this high can certainly resemble that, I found its true calling lying somewhere beyond mere comfort and repose. It had this element of outgoing-ness and curiosity that I found rare for an indica pre-roll.

For instance, when I went out to check the mailbox, I ran into my neighbor who was prattling on about repairs to his classic muscle car, and when I asked him how the rebuilding or the rejiggering of the whatever valve was going, I found myself actually and genuinely wanting to know. 

So many times before, when he regaled me with the latest news about his carburetor, I politely nodded my head and faded backwards as if I was in the path of a mighty wind gust. Not on this day, though. After smoking this pre-roll, I felt my mood change to that of total engagement. Not in an upbeat, let’s all do The Can-Can sort of way but more of a, “I feel your pain, now tell me more,” way. 

Like, do you know how in the movies one character will take the other character’s head and cradle it against his or her chest, typically after hearing something tragic or sad, even though real people don’t actually behave in such a way? Well, I felt like doing that in the moment.

Watching him stand there, feeling his frustration when talking about the fickleness of his gearbox, I began to witness our mutual desire of seeing his ‘74 Dodge Charger roadworthy again merge as one. I wanted to reassure him and say, “Let's dream the impossible dream and maybe enter it in a car show one day!” Then I’d pick up his chin using the topside of my curled index finger and say, “Wouldn’t that be something?” 

In allowing me to be open to that ever elusive frequency of unconditional “I’m here for you-ness,” I naturally became a more present person. This is no small gift.

Like the physical act of smoking this pre-roll, I found the entire high worthy of savoring. Something you take your time with. In this sense, it had a very classic Indica feel, where winding down becomes this effortless thing and sleep is achieved with no struggle. 

Seamless and sympathetic are two good adjectives that describe the overall effect of this pre-roll from Lowell. It just opened up a part of me that is not unlike that one chair we all have in our bedroom that is constantly piling up with clothes and random stuff, and then one day our favorite aunt comes over and cleans the place and you see the chair free of any of those things and you look at it, as if for the first time, and say to yourself, “That is how it is supposed to be. Why do I leave crap on you?”

Slivers of revelations, like string cheese peeled away, revealing a core knowledge that seems slightly more accessible under the throes of this Stargazer strain. In its best moments, this high was like a proof of concept for living a more engaged life, and I’m not talking about joining the PTA, taking up karate or overthrowing the HOA board, I’m talking about treating rudimentary moments like building blocks to a universal heart. 

The smoking of the Stargazer 35 was the means by which I achieved this ephemeral state of loving kindness, if even for a glance. All encompassing yet ever elusive. Stargazer is an apt name for a high that offers limitless scope and wonder.