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Trip report about Girl Scout Cookies from Comandante Cannabis Co. Chisinau

Preface:
Oddly enough, I'd encountered this strain before, albeit under very different circumstances. Being a fan of pure hybrid strains for cracker making, I bought a few grams back then solely for that purpose. I rarely smoked it, but I still managed to grasp its character. My memories of that effect remain vague, but vivid enough to know that this encounter would not be without interest.

0:00
I smoke through a joint—it's so clean now after the last trip, as if I'd performed a demon-exorcism ritual. The smoke gently envelops my mouth and throat, leaving a sweet, slightly earthy aftertaste with a barely perceptible bitterness. Surprisingly, I don't cough at all—as if my lungs suddenly remembered they were professionals. I've never experienced such pleasure from smoking before—as if each inhalation fills not only my lungs but the entire room with some mysterious grace.
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00:05
A slight tingling feeling begins to spread through my limbs, as if someone is gently pricking my fingers with tiny needles of warm honey. My mood lifts. I'd already decided to start drawing, so I'd thoughtfully laid out all my supplies on the table. Now my workspace looks so professional that it seems no one would be surprised if I accidentally started painting "Starry Night." Everything is in keeping with the canons of the great master of the art of three brush strokes and five minutes for a smoke break.
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00:15
The effect intensifies. The contours of objects tremble and seem to float slightly, and the colors become rich and vibrant. For a second, it seems I'm starting to hallucinate: light rainbow patterns flicker across the walls like living shadows, but then they disappear, leaving behind only a hint of surprise. I decide to go to the window and get some fresh air.
A classic spring scene unfolds outside the window. But somehow, it all looks surprisingly beautiful and even mesmerizing—as if nature itself were staging a performance in dull tones. I stand by the window and feel part of this sad symphony. A warm, peaceful feeling rolls through my body, as if the slush isn't everywhere, but only outside, and I have my own cozy island of peace here.
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00:30
My consciousness splits into two streams: one part is lost in deep philosophical reflection, while the other simply admires the reflection of the light off the glass. Suddenly it gets chilly, and I realize I've been standing by the window for quite some time. A thought occurs to me: how romantic it would be to sit with a cup of tea and gaze at all this.
I go to the kitchen, feeling like the greatest thinker of our time, and enthusiastically put the kettle on.
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01:00
The peace smoothly flows into a light thoughtfulness. The sounds soften, as if someone turned down the volume of the world a couple notches, leaving only the background.
I'm sitting at the table, my teacup long empty, and the sheet of paper still untouched. The drawing must have been created somewhere in a parallel universe, because here there's only a blank slate. I ponder the nature of inspiration and catch myself thinking that perhaps artists of the past also sat like this (stoned) and pondered how to combine all those brilliant ideas into a single line.
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01:30
The calm reaches some absolute point, where even thoughts become sparse and fluid, as if dissolving into the air of the room. I just want to lie down and immerse myself in the music. So I do—stretch out on the couch, the music enveloping me in soft sounds, and each melody seems to penetrate my skin.
I have no desire to draw anymore—I have no motivation, not even a shred of ambition. Everything feels right and complete, even without attempting to create masterpieces. Within, there's a deep satisfaction and quiet euphoria.
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02:00
My consciousness begins to return to its usual clarity. The fog gradually dissipates, leaving behind a light aftertaste—soft, light, calm. I get up and head to the shower—the warm water embraces my body, washing away the remnants of this reality, smeared across time.
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03:00
My thoughts have finally sorted themselves out and sorted themselves into place, as if my consciousness had done a spring cleaning of its own accord. I lie down in bed and think it would be nice to finally fall asleep. And as soon as this thought occurs, sleep gently covers me, drawing me into warm dreams. 👌

Trip report about Gold Hash from Comandante Cannabis Co. Chisinau

00:00
I'm sitting in my room, it's evening; it's already dark outside, but not completely. I turned on the dim lights, brewed some green tea with honey. I wanted to relax a bit; it had been a hectic day, and I just wanted to be in myself. And of course, I got off the hook yesterday. I took out my pipe, a small, handy one. I crushed up some hashish and put it inside.

I light it. The first drag... wow. The smoke is hot, slightly burning my throat. It's not harsh, but so thick. I can tell it's not just weed. I cough a little. The second drag is easier, but there's still a pressure on my throat, like a warm stone on my breath.
00:10
I'm sitting, looking out the window. I feel my body slowly letting go. All the tension in my back melts away, and my shoulders feel like they're sinking into the chair. It feels so soft and calm inside. There's no rush in my head, no thoughts like those that usually creep in. Just empty and good. The tea now tastes like nectar, it's truly much tastier.
00:20
I decide to go out for a walk. I grab headphones. I feel my legs moving on their own, my body light. I walk and just smile. Everything around me seems to be in slow motion, not in the sense of slowing down, but the opposite—you notice details you usually don't.

The wind blows on my face, and it's wonderful. At some point, I just stopped and started looking around. The light from the streetlights was warm, almost yellow, and everything looked somehow cozy. There were almost no cars, no people either, and that made it calm. It felt like I was alone on the whole street, but not lonely, in fact, pleasant. My legs carried me forward, and my head was silent. No problems, no rush. I just walked and savored everything: the smell of the air, the sound of my sneakers on the sidewalk. Even the coolness felt pleasant, as if everything was right. The music in my ears sounded deeper, as if it wasn't coming from headphones, but right inside.
Thoughts came, but softly. I thought about life, but calmly, like an observer, without anxiety.

00:40
I'm sitting on a bench, lost in the sky. The street sounds became interesting—even the rustling of leaves catches my attention. My breathing is deep, calm. It's really good. Hashish doesn't get me high, but it gives me a feeling that everything is fine, just live and enjoy the moment.

01:00
I return home. My mouth is dry, like a desert, but it doesn't bother me, I just drink water. I'm craving something sweet, so I ate a tangerine—it seemed super juicy. Everything feels richer. I turn on some atmospheric music in the background and wrap myself in a blanket.
1:30
I feel the effects soften. I'm still relaxed, but more homey. I want to close my eyes and just lie there. I fall asleep without strain, as if I'm sinking into warmth.

In the morning
I woke up calmly, without a headache, just feeling like I'd slept well. A little groggy, but that's actually nice.
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Overall, hashish doesn't give you a powerful high, but rather a feeling of relaxation, slowness, and inner peace. It's a bit heavy on the throat, but if you take your time and breathe slowly, it's fine. A great high for the evening when you want to be alone and just feel yourself. 💪🥴

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