From: Harborside Health Center
Type: Hybrid, 50% Indy, 50% Sativa
Genetics: Hashplant/Kush Hybrid
Appearance: Light to mid green with lots of bubbly sweet sparkling crystals and fiery orange hairs
Smell: Not overly fragrant, smells like a dry bubbly champagne with nice hash-like undertones
Flavor: If Miller High Life is “The Champagne of Beer”... and Champagne is “The Champagne of Weed”... someone is full of shit because this weed IS killer and could easily wear the crown of the champagne of weed, but Miller just plain sucks, it’s more like the champagne of drunken sexually frustrated frat boys. Anyhow, this herb has a faint champagne flair and a very noticeable sweetness... but since this weed ain’t grown in the Champagne region of France we better call it a “sparkling wine”
High: Straight to the head, very clear and focused, kind of gentle and relaxing
Buzz Length: Instantly high... and it hung around for a while, just to keep reminding us that we were stoned
Medical Uses: Great for depression, getting your girlfriend really horny or treating the pains associated with PMS (works equally well for men and women, but don’t you be telling any chicks we said that).
If the legendary Barry White was still alive today, he’d most definitely be all over this Champagne shit! No, not because Barry White was a stoner, maybe he was, but he’d dig this shit... because he loves the womens and he knows exactly what lady’s like. And, this Champagne is definitely what ladies like. What dude, who but a pussy-ass character from Sex and the City would be caught dead with a bag of Champagne weed in his pocket (might as well be a tampon, man)? So with a name like Champagne this weed is obviously for the women... that’s why we had to photo it next to this beautiful 1968 Cougar... because this is straight Cougar, MILF, Soccer Mom herb. You’re as likely to find this shit next to a Pocket Rocket in a purse as you are in the glove box of a Honda Odyssey mini-van. And, if you put on a skirt, mix this Champagne with a li’l Orange Kush on a lazy day, you’ve got yourself a stoner mimosa.
