When it comes to pure, countless sensations, Berry OG is like a fully thought out and conceptualized four course meal. There’s so much going on – a light combo of thrills and flavors, all cooked up by someone whose taste of discord you can trust. A sweet, almost apple-like smell turns into a bewildering sort of burnt rotten meat smell when you typically open the big Berry OG buds, but somehow that’s fine. And when you smoke this loose, Indica-dominant blend of OG Kush and Blueberry it gets really hard and hits you in the back of your throat and stings you like the first stirrings of a coming cold, while at exhaling it relieves and rolls over everything smooth, with an aftertaste of firewood.
What follows quickly is a blurry, out of focus body, but once my eyes focused, my facial features felt like they were attached rather than static – as if my eyes, nose, and mouth could float. a bit and didn’t see a fixed spot on my face. Oh and then, pleasant ripples ran through my legs. And after that, a long me-and-hissing chat session, silly daddy. I was a game show host who smiled into the void. There’s something vaguely hallucinogenic about the strain, where it makes you open up your own interface and jump into the meta, see through it all and be totally okay with it. There is something sinister about it though, happiness turns compulsory, but it’s one of the many temporary conditions here and soon Berry OG goes into a more pure, joyful, manic mode.
The buds, on the other hand, look like a small fake tree that you ripped from the landscape of a holiday train garden and with almost as many light red and orange veins as the green. It has a hyper-real distracting quality, probably appropriate for a strain that leads wonderfully from the edgy, somber, thrilled then frenzied genre. Form and content match here.
You can totally feel that uplifting disappear, the joy of temporality. Every second you are a little less stoned in a tangible way. It’s the slowest drip in a comedown. And that “Flowers for Algernon ON WEED ”should be anxious, but the high is strong and intense and brings with it, as I said, a kind of inexpensive Zen, a pragmatic peace disinterested in the tension. And then, well, an active, if not stupidly optimistic, frenzy. Imagine a creative blast with the cover on. The limits are far there, but there, and nonetheless tangible, which, paradoxically, makes it easier to push yourself and let the high go where it can go.
You are in good hands with Berry OG.
- Strength: 9
- Nose: Yukgaejang if you left it on the table for a day
- Euphoria: 9
- Existential dread: 2
- Freaking when a crazy person approaches you: 2
- Beverage Pairing: Caffeine Free Tea
- Musical association: James Dashow, “Oedipus Orca”
- Rating: 8