The Wilfred Sativa Pre-rolls were born out of the absurdist TV comedy about a talking dog, and the whimsy of the show is not lost in the effects of this flower. Were a giant Labradoodle to address me at any point after smoking this joint, I wouldn't think it out of the ordinary. This bud kicked down some hidden mental drywall and opened up a vibrant world of potential. It was both energizing and evocative of a time where you cared about different things. I just felt like this sativa flower was geared towards excavating some truer version of myself, which was the one defining characteristic of this high that stays with you.

“This bud kicked down some hidden mental drywall and opened up a vibrant world of potential.”

I smoked this joint while leaning halfway outside my bedroom window (which is simply called “the way of our people” for those who have spouses that aren’t in love with the smell of cannabis wafting through the entire house). As I was puffing away, my neighbor made himself known with his classic line, “Something smells good.” This line never gets old by the way.

He was right about the aroma. This joint gives off heavy notes of diesel and herbs. The flower is an outdoor-grown Chemdawg that contains 24.15% THC. You can taste the hash lineage deep in your lungs. Big hits led to even bigger coughs. There’s nothing light about this offering from Wilfred, and this is as faithful a Chemdawg high as you will get. It’s a hold-on-to-your-ass kind of ride that can easily abduct you and throw you into the backseat of a stretched Ferrari and say, “Watch this!” as it lowers it’s shades and shifts into high gear. I experienced this first hand the following day when I got ahead of myself and took it to task.

For my first try at this pre-roll, you could say my neighbor saved my ass knowing what I know now about its ability to turn you out. I’d only managed to get a few puffs in before he invited me to shoot some basketball at the new developments they’d just built a block over. He did some recon work and discovered that they’d installed a secluded basketball court ripe for the picking. I couldn’t remember the last time I was asked to play a game of basketball, but with this high starting to electrify its way through my arms and legs I said, “Sure, I’ll be right down.”

“So it was essentially two middle-aged white guys, higher than Michael Jordan at a dunk contest, about to trespass at the new town-home developments to play a game of HORSE on a weekday. ”

At that moment, I imagined Kenny Loggins playing in the background as I laced up my Air Force One’s and took one last hit of the Wilfred sativa. It turned out the little I had was the perfect amount. It was a high-energy, high-octane buzz that sprung forth with an unbridled euphoria that, as it turns out, was perfect for a game of HORSE (A common basketball shooting game where you must match the previous player’s shot. It’s for those who go about the game half-heartedly and don’t feel like an all out one-on-one deathmatch.)

So it was essentially two middle-aged white guys, higher than Michael Jordan at a dunk contest, about to trespass at the new town-home developments to play a game of HORSE on a weekday. Why not? That was the sort of “devil may care” attitude these pre-rolls ushered into my life. We shot around for a couple hours until it got too dark. Something was so very seventh grade about that. It was a welcomed time travel brought forth by a potent high that just accentuated every moment and made them more accessible for appreciation.

It was an outgoing and joyful high that hit the perfect notes of euphoric energy and blissful calm, and it achieved this with just a small amount smoked. No need to rush this pre-roll or smoke it down like a gambler watching his horse come down to the wire. I made the mistake of going big the second time around and it wound up shooting me into the rings of Saturn through the barrel of a T-shirt cannon. I was properly zonked—and this was just one joint we’re talking about.

As someone with a middling tolerance, I can say with certainty that were I to smoke another one (and I certainly plan on doing so), I would go the route of my first experience and just take a few good tokes. Then maybe grab a friend and trespass somewhere looking for recreation. Make it wholesome. Make it a Wilfred.