The TupperWEED Party

The Tupperweed Party

I got the phone call Friday night about six in the evening. A friend wanted
me to come over about 8.
â?? Bring cashâ?� he said
When I arrived there were half a dozen cars along the street and at least ten people spread out in the living room.
â??Whatâ??s up?â?� I asked.
â??Do you want to smoke some of the finest Kind in the country? Maybe take a little home?â?�
Well yes, of course.
At that moment the door bell rang and a well dressed gentlemen appeared in the door dragging two large black cases. The home owner came over and helped him bring the cases through the door. They made some small talk as he set up on the coffee table. Craig brought him a bottle of water as he surveyed the group.
â??Thank you all for coming on such short notice. For obvious reasons I donâ??t like a lot of publicity for these little tastings. Please call me Dr. G.. I represent a small growers cooperative. Trained in Holland each is certified as Master Growers by the Dutch Cannabis Union. These individuals concentrate on one or two flavors each which they grow with incredible attention to detail. Only organic nutrients and regimes are practiced, pest control is by ladybugs. All the seeds are purchased in Amsterdam from the seed bank that originally developed the strain. Each grower has a rapport with the bank that provides his seed and they communicate several times a week. What this means to you is a taste of Amsterdam without leaving this home.
â?? I have brought several flavors with me today; what are you folks
interested in? We have sweet herb with the kick of a mule, there is herb that
tastes like hash. Herb with a hint of cinnamon or citrus, or blueberry. There is
Bubblegum and Choclata, K2 and Barneys Breakfast blend. I have a menu you
can look over and then we can begin.â?�
He handed out laminated 8x10 cards containing the details of the products available, pedigree and price.
Some folks wanted flavor, others wanted something no one else had, one or two were there for medical supplies.
After listening to a short discussion the salesman suggested a few flavors.
We reviewed six of the listings on the menu and we all agreed.
Then the contents of the cases came out. First an ebony rolling tray and several kinds of fine unbleached rice rolling papers. Several grinders and a digital scale, followed by fifteen Tupperware containers each labeled with a bar code.
We were all handed an evaluation sheet and a pencil and the tasting
began.
â??This product, Super Skunk, is grown organically from F1 seeds purchased from the Greenhouse in Amsterdam.â?�
He opened one of the tubs and handed it to the host.
â??Please refrain from crushing the buds until after purchase. With an
average THC content of over 21% this product is extremely useful in combating nausea in cancer patients. This product should not be used while operating automobiles or any heavy machinery. Persons with low tolerances should be careful with this product as overdose may cause nausea or severe disorientationâ?�
I could smell the tub from the moment he opened it and when it came in front of me I was stunned at the incredible aroma and the appearance of the
buds. I felt like I had traveled back to Amsterdam, these were class A buds.
Perfectly trimmed and manicured to an almost topiary degree. Each bud
appeared to have been dusted with what looked like a cinnamon colored sugar
crystal dust. I wasnâ??t sure I would have to light it, just looking at it was enough to make me want to cough.
â??This product is available in one ounce increments for $400.â?�
As he had been talking he had grabbed a grinder and a Joy box and was
preparing a two gram Dutch cone joint. By the time he got to the price he was removing a four inch long half inch thick joint from the box and was handing it to the host.
â?� Pass this around for the green flavor before it is litâ?� he suggested.
After it had gone around once the host lit it and passed it around again. When it got to the salesman he placed it in a glass tube and held up the next tub.
â??This is K2, by Sensi seeds. Again grown organically,â?� he paused to take a pinch from the tub and put it in the grinder â?� this fine mellow smoke has a hint of
pine in the after taste as well as an enlightening cerebral high. This product is
available in half ounce increments for $200.â?�
Another amazing aroma passed under my nose. With my brain still reeling from the single toke of the first product I was stunned to find another four inch cone in my hand. Inhaling gently, I could hear coughing all around, I noticed a significantly different taste as well as a tingling in a different part of my brain.
Again when the joint returned to the salesman it was capped and put in another glass tube. This time I noticed the sticker he put on the tube to identify it.
â??As you enjoy this fine herb be sure to take your notes immediately as your memories may not be as sharp by the end of the tasting. After we have gone through six samples we can go back and try some again.
Oh yes. We tried Hash Plant, and Northern Lights. There was Royal Shiva and Power Plant. At the end of six tastes I was heavily stoned and enjoying my self a great deal. Now we had to decide which ones we wanted to bring in for the second round. Some folks had already made up their minds and were ready to buy but no one turned down a second round.
He brought out the glass tubes again and the Hash Plant made the rounds again. Followed by the K2 and the Super Shiva. Now the audience was really into
it. I could hear scraps of deals â?? If youâ??ll split a half of the Super Skunk, I let you have a couple of grams of the Super Shiva...â?� â?? I really like the Hash Plant but I wanted some of the Northern Lights as well..........â?�
By now the salesman was sitting at the head of the coffetable with a fresh cone in his hand, joining in various conversations, answering questions and providing additional glimpses into the containers. It took another forty five minutes to fill everyoneâ??s order but eventually the digital scale was put away and he put away all of the containers but one. Every one around the room was giggling and comparing their purchases, but no one was ready to leave; we could see that one container still sitting on the table.
Eventually the conversation hit a dead spot and Dr. G. stood up and
looked around.
â??This oneâ?� he said holding up the lone remaining tub, â?�is not Dutch. This is a local strain. One of the growers was experimenting with a Blueberry/Orange Crush cross and he came up with this. As the result of a unique series of circumstances he was able to stabilize this cross and the plant has been breeding true for five generations. We wonâ??t release this strain until we get it to go ten generations but at this time it looks positive. For the moment we are calling it GMC but that is only the working name. Would anyone like a taste?â?� he held up another of his four inch cones.
The crowd was all in favor of tasting, and the tub was passed around. The buds were huge. Each bud was the size of a mans fist and they were half jammed into the tupperware. No trace of any shade leaves was visible, each bud was a clump of red and orange hairs, dusted with reddish crystals. The aroma was potent and intense. The clusters ran together and the entire structure was one indistinguishable mass.
The green toke was sweet with an aftertaste of pine and cinnamon. Then it went around again. I was not sure anything could have made an impression on my THC sodden brain cells but that hit sure did. Hash like it expanded in my lungs no matter how careful I was. Everyone seemed to be suffering in a similar fashion. The second time around the flavor was still fresh and intense, and the THC burst from the first hit was just starting to take effect. I watched the salesman as he toked on the joint as it passed him. He was smiling. Who could blame him? Around the room people were reeling from the effects of this last straw. By the fifth time around people were passing their hit and wobbling. The salesman had a fixed grin as he packed the last tub into his case and closed the latches.
â??Thanks for your time folks. Maybe Iâ??ll see you all again soon.â?� he said as he made his way out the door and into the night. Craig was surrounded by a babble of noise as the salesman left. He was going to have to have another one of these parties next month it looked like.

i'm in total awe.......

super skunk is 10 bucks a gram here

how do you get that guy to come down here in vermont man any ways were are you from and do you have this guys number. :D

The doc is back! I've been waiting for the next installment. Great as usual, but I prefer the stories from back in the daze more, this one sounds more recent. Still a great story and makes my mouth water thinking about all those cones.

Peas out:D

omg that sound like a dream! i wish that had happened to me!

I wish that story were real...

DAMNIT why coudn't I be there :( that seems like so much fun.

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guss what, u only have 3 posts. how could we trust u and know u aint no pig.,