According to research, there’s two different strains that go by the name “Grizzly.” Neither of which have been designated as being part of the kush family. There’s a strain named “Grizzly” by ScareCrow Seeds which blends together a hybrid of Ozzy and Agent Orange with SunSour. There’s also a strain called “Grizzly” bred by Canadian Seed Lab. That one is a hybrid of Ginger-Ale crossed with Hawgsbreath, an indica of unknown genetics allegedly named for its grower, The Hog. Maybe this mysterious indica hails from the Kush Mountains. Maybe not. As far as Ginger-Ale’s genetics are concerned, she seems to be a heavy blend of haze and skunks with various phenotypes consisting of the Northern Lights, Jack Herer, and Shiva Skunk families. There’s also an auto-flower phenotype by the same company called “Grizzly Auto” that adds some ruderalis characteristics into the mix, but again nothing to denote any sort of ‘kush’ genetics, per se.
Also according to my research, there are two other grizzlies of note. One of these two grizzlies is “Grizzly” Adams, a man of historical record whose real name was James Adams. He had lived in the early part of the nineteenth century and among his many talents was trapping and training grizzly bears. In the later half of the twentieth century, I was entranced by the heavily bearded countenance of a man named “Grizzly” Adams. This joyful buddha of a mountain man flickered on my television screen weekly and as a kid, I thought it was pretty cool that he had befriended a grizzly bear named Ben. Of course it turns out that “Grizzly” Adams was just an actor by the name of Dan Haggerty portraying the aforementioned historical “Grizzly.” That “Grizzly,” the real one did keep a grizzly as companion, a bear he had named Benjamin Franklin. On the television screen of my youth, this historical bear was portrayed by an actor named Bozo the Bear.
Who knew bears could act?
But I digress.
So there’s a couple of strains named “Grizzly” and neither of which are designated as being part of a true kush family. So which of these grizzlies has Downtown Cannabis Company trapped and trained? We will have to wrestle this bear to find out.
This bag of Grizzly Kush contains one large-ish bud, very frosted with light green leaf and lots of reddish-orange pistils throughout. Hairs for days. There’s also a smaller nug making up the rest of the gram’s weight. Overall not an artistic trim job but trimmed well enough to appreciate. Under the microscope, much of the trichomes look translucent or opaque. There’s full saturation of trichomes—though many of the exposed stalks are missing heads.
When cured and cared for properly, weed can last a long time; no more than a year typically. But weed that has been excessively dried or exposed to too much light and heat can degrade quickly. And of course handling will always knock around those precious trichomes. The more your weed is handled, the more likely you’ll come across broken trichomes, regardless the packaging, potency, and age. And she’s an old bear, no doubt about it. The harvest date on this bag of Grizzly Kush is April 28th of 2016. Today is March 16th of 2017.
Holy Ides of March, Batman!
But no matter because if she was cured properly, if she was cared for properly, if this grizzly bear was handled with care, then I should find myself well on my way to happy hibernation land. Of course the proof is always in how she smokes.
Mostly there’s a soft scent of pine and sweet berries. And as though we were walking through a forest where every footfall elevates aromas into every breath we breathe, breaking apart the buds reveal an earthiness, a slightly sweet skunkiness. We’re deep in the forest now with buds that are very dry and crispy, but the aromas have become more prevalent, though not overtly strong as I break the bud down. And despite how dry she feels, this weed does have a tad tackiness to it. She grinds easy and the aromas hold steady with that sweet berry resting on a blanket of pine and earthen skunk. However she does not roll up too well. The dry quality of the leaf resists and leads to spillage and a clumsy roll. Persistence pays off and I’m able to roll up a lovely hooter to burn down. I’m excited to finally wrestle this bear to the ground.
She lights up easy and even with a smooth hit. Just the slightest of tingles are noticeable on the tongue however the aromas are not coming through at all. I taste a lot of flat sage and something that is slightly bitter, slightly floral, something almost perfumy.
A third of the way down the spliff and that perfumy floral note has softened and settled into a soft berry, skunk flavor. Tingly on the mouth and tongue but still smooth on the throat. The ash burns down into colors of light and dark gray.
Okay, halfway in and the bear has knocked me across the back of the head. My vision is a touch faded and fuzzy and there’s a soft warmth flowing down my spine. The flavors are trying to hold true but turn bitter. We are not quite two-thirds of the way through. There is a noticeable bitterness to the taste and nothing with an orange or citrus note, so I have to rule out the SunSour, Ozzy, and Agent Orange blend. I have to believe Downtown Cannabis Company has trapped themselves a blend of Ginger-Ale and Hawgsbreath, though how trained they have her still remains to be seen.
But then the dopiness begins.
Heady at first, slowly shutting things down. Thoughts are taking longer to connect. Missing now are some minor aches in my back that I hadn’t entirely been aware were even there to begin with. She’s not heavy; more like a gentle bear hug. This Grizzly sits in the body gently with a heavy kick to the head. There’s an overall sensoric and floaty feel to the experience, a general sense of an afternoon chill type of vibe.
Grizzlies, unlike teddy bears, scare the crap out of me. I don’t know that I’d ever be able to meet a grizzly bear face to face, let alone trap and train one. Wouldn’t matter whether I was an actor playing a mountain man or the actual mountain man to have an actor portray himself a hundred years later.
Bears… they can kill with a single blow, you know.
Bears have the ability to take down trees, fish for salmon, and shit in the woods, all in the same day. Bears are hardcore, is what I’m telling you. But this Grizzly Kush, she makes me feel like I just smoked a spliff with Dan Haggerty, as though I could get lost in his bushy beard and that pure-joy look on his face as he rolled around a grassy hillside with his best buddy, Ben.
Not a care in the world, those two.
Pleasant, soft, and humming.
This stone, it floats nicely like that… and then it’s gone. This Grizzly, she comes up and whacks you in the back of the head, then scampers away, leaving you alone in the grass, concussed, and hungry.
Maybe there’s some kush in there, after all.