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Trip report about Weed - Wedding Cake from Marley's Garden Bratislava

00:00
I take a few drags, the warm smoke filling my lungs pleasantly. The flavor is rich – citrus with a hint of caramel. But fate doesn't let me savor the moment. My friend is already hovering by the door, fully dressed and ready to go. I'm ready too, of course, but I'm ready to get high and go, not just go. So I exhale the last puff of smoke and immediately stumble out the door.
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00:05
Apparently, because of the movement and constant thoughts, the effect doesn't kick in right away. But as soon as I step out of the building, he's already there. My body relaxes, my consciousness unravels, the corners of my lips lift of their own accord. For a second, I hover on the trash can – there's something hypnotic about that gray container. I come to my senses – my friend is already about 50 meters away. Actually, it's only about five meters, but it feels like the space around me is slipping away, receding. I have to squint, as if that will help me focus. Walking is pleasant, but every movement requires awareness—where to place my foot, how to bend my knee correctly…
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00:15
My body feels light and comfortable. My thoughts accelerate, and in unexpected directions—one idea leads to another, everything seems fresh and brilliant. And I don't really feel like talking anymore. I just walk, absorbing the world around me, while my friend talks in the background. People with dogs pass by, and I, feeling like a true peace-loving philosopher, quietly greet each one. Luckily, it's quiet enough that no one hears.
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00:30
The space sways, sounds flow in waves, textures become deep and velvety. My internal monologue takes over the entire stage—it's so loud that my friend has already asked me the same thing six times. I hear her, but my brain is so caught up in the dialogue with itself that it doesn't have time to react to the outside world. At some point, I ask her to either sit down or turn around, because the distance we've covered seems immense. I grab her hand, suddenly realizing that if I let go, I might never find my way back. She laughs, but I know she's serious.
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00:50
Time feels strange: it feels like we just left the house, but it feels like a past life. We're sitting on a bench, and I'm staring blankly into space; blinking seems unnecessary. At that moment, I realize I look like a total stoned addict. But then a brilliant thought occurs to me: the more suspicious I act, the greater the chance that people will think I'm just joking. Or that I have some kind of brain disease, but I know.
The only one who shakes me out of this zen is my friend. She whispers with genuine indignation that I'm acting suspiciously. Thank you, that's very useful information, especially if you repeat it ten times to a stoned person (it doesn't take long to become paranoid, but I'm strong). And I continue contemplating the dot, enjoying its depth and meaning, revealed only to me.
Now we're going home. Or rather, she's walking, and I'm trudging behind, slowly and majestically.
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01:00
I've practically lost the ability to move at a normal speed. My friend flies ahead, and I trudge after her, periodically bursting into hysterical laughter at my own slowness. At one point, her speed seems superhuman to me, and, remembering every heroic movie I've ever seen, I yell after her, "LEAVE ME OFF, FRODO!" She doesn't laugh.
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01:30
As I approach the house. In front of the entrance, I notice a garbage truck hauling away the waste. It's such a captivating sight that I literally freeze, mesmerized. The rumble of the containers, the mechanical movements of the crane—it all seems epic, like a scene from a sci-fi film. I might even be less thrilled to see a dragon.
But my friend decided that I really belonged at home rather than outside. She practically forces me into the elevator, and I resist, because "IT'S FUN HERE, WHY ARE WE LEAVING?"
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01:45
A slight melancholy washes over me at home: the adventures are over, and I didn't bring back any treasure. Oh well, whatever, the main thing is I had fun.
I pour myself two liters of water and plop down on the couch. Some kind of chick flick is playing on TV. I don't know the name, I didn't see the beginning, but I still sit down next to her and get sucked into the plot. After all, the important thing isn't what to watch, but who to watch it with.

Afterword:
This report doesn't quite qualify as a full-fledged test, because the effects weren't really clear. Therefore, after smoking it a couple more times at home in a calm environment, I can confidently say – it's a powerful thing, completely consistent with its appearance. 🌱🤩

Trip report about Hash from Marley's Garden Bratislava

Having pulled out the tip from a heavy shave, it can easily be deformed with your hands, like lower plasticine. Add 0.1 grams, and then add 4 more drops. We no longer smoke cigarettes, having previously rolled joints from cannabis leaves
Once everything was prepared, we proceeded to the rituals with the consecration of organisms and accommodations
00:00 I light it, put the stick on the heat and place it in the dance. And then the joint went out, which is why we had to pull it out and smoke it again. Having repeated the manipulation, this time it was successful
Having scored, I didn’t notice that there was any smoke, but I lost the taste of spicy, fragrant hashish with pine, earthy notes
Wood leaves the throat, but still it’s better than the lower cigarette.
00:03 Bro smoked and said that he got it right away. I take another blob to reveal the effect as much as possible, but then I add a third part to it, because I feel that it’s already hit so well. Having grabbed the roses, they received a pleasant hashish aroma similar to incense, and we smoothly moved to the booth
00:08 I want to laugh, laugh and just get upset in the moment. Thoughts became lazy and stringy, calmly floating in my head, frowning in the sky. While it was still a light day in the middle, my mother Indika physically began to worry about her strong relaxation and pain
00:20 Plateau. The flavors are simmered, there is a limpness in the endings, but a good mood lingers. It hit me so hard, I don’t even want to work hard, but there is a lot of concentration and more satisfaction.
I’m lying in my room and writing a report. I like everything I do, the process evokes satisfaction, and then, through the loss of short-term memory, I forget the thoughts that were still in my head. All this hour I feel drowsiness, a strong stone effect and a deep sense of relaxation, and a smile often spreads on my face
1:45 - 2:10 Started to let them out three by three. The infusion of the product loses its grip and smoothly turns to reality, and the effects pass from the post-effect
About a year later I grabbed two blobs again. It started to sink in more than ever before, so I turned on YouTube and turned on until the end, I don’t remember. In the morning, the head was important, we are talking about the canna and the presence of a mild THC hangover 😎⚡

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