LAVENDER - A sample grown indoors organically in Oakland, California.

As I pop the metal latch on the jar, the scent hits me straight away. I peel the lid's rubber seal away from the body of the jar, and there is an explosion of smell in from of me -- skunky sweet transforming into grape skins in the nose.

The nugs are small, and the bulk of it is fluffy. This sample, obtained from the same source as the Durga mata, was clearly grown in the same fashion, perhaps the same room. This sample contrasted to the Lavender I had a few weeks ago, in which the trimmers were instructed to let the water leaves remain: besides being almost as resinous as the flowers, the leaves showed off the purple marvelously (and added a bit of weight no doubt). This new Lavender was pure flower, only very very faintly showing any purple. The soft, crispy flowers felt sticky as I rubbed them apart in my fingers in preparation to back a bowl.

A deep slow milk was deceptively soothing on the inhale. The smoke expanded in my lungs perhaps enough for a rough time on my alveoli, but the exhale was smooth and grapey sweet. I feel if the grower had truly gotten the most out of the strain, the sour-grape nuance would have permeated all aspects of the plant, as in other samples of Lavender I have had from different growers.

The high was stoney and lethargic, perhaps even narcotic or trippy if you got a little carried away. The high was nothing to write home about if you have smoked a good amount of good weed, but more than sufficient for a great time.