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Trip report about Weed - Lemon Haze from Jammin' Green Shop Chuncheon

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 Hash from Jammin' Green Shop Chuncheon


After opening the package, I got to the treasured stone. The hashish itself is dark in color, very hard and pressed. When broken, it has a pleasant dark green color and the texture of good hash.

The aroma is distinctly pine-like, with hints of resin. It was very difficult to separate a piece for smoking, so I used a utility knife blade. When heated, the hashish becomes pliable and easier to mold into smoking pieces.

Testing:
00:00 – 00:20
I prepared everything I needed for smoking and began the test: cigarette, piece, bottle. A thin stream of smoke filled the entire bottle, and as soon as the piece burned out, I immediately inhaled this sweet nectar. The taste is pleasant, with light pine notes, but it does make you cough a bit. The first effects appear almost immediately: a lightheadedness, red eyes, and
an instant smile. You immediately feel a sense of peace and a desire to simply lose yourself in your thoughts and think nothing of anything. Your body is also relaxed, slightly cottony,
the indica dominance of this hashish is noticeable.
00:20 – 01:30
The effects peaked, and I, quite stoned, moved to the couch and simply binged on YouTube. A little later, I called a friend and invited him to test the hash with me. While all this was going on,
the effects showed no signs of subsiding, the same high, and I didn't smoke any more. After smoking, we laid down our cards, but didn't play for a long time because it was difficult to concentrate on the game,
and we kept getting distracted by all sorts of nonsense and jokes.
1:30–2:00 AM
After seeing my friend off, I started feeling hungry, growing more and more with each passing minute. I love cooking something interesting while high, so I immediately headed to the kitchen
and started preparing pasta with meat and a salad. The process went unnoticed, as if I'd forgotten about everything except the food and its preparation. After a hearty snack, I noticed the effects subsided, and a slight fatigue set in. That's how I spent the day with hashish.

Aftereffects
Absent-mindedness, fatigue, and a severe dry mouth.

Conclusion
Many thanks to Jammin' Green Shop Chuncheon; it was delicious. The hashish is high-quality, and I'm sure connoisseurs of this product will love it.
My rating: 9 out of 10. 🌑😏

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