Because there are so many different factors that affect the quality of a cannabis product, it is important to know how to distinguish quality marijuana from low-quality substitutes, such as compressed commercial bud or scuffed bud. There are telltale signs that any cannabis connoisseur can pick up on if they spend a little time inspecting their cannabis before they buy it. Let's review some of the qualities of bad and good marijuana below.
1: Is it Scuffed?
One of the worst tricks that anyone will play on you is scuffing your buds. This is a common trick that is played on the travelers to Amsterdam when they come to the cannabis shops for a toke.
Because tourists are not used to the high quality of marihuana that is available at these shops, the owners will scuff (remove) the resin glands from the buds. It is the resins that contain the THC, the chief activator of the euphoric buzz. Once you steal the resin glands for your own private hash, you have effectively reduced the bud to an empty shell of herbaceous flavor.
2: Is it Compressed?
Brick weed is a common staple for smugglers who want to move large amounts of product across the borders illegally. Whether it is compressed B.C. buds or Mexican marijuana, the quality of this ganja is lacking. The marijuana is compressed into large bricks for transport that are often urinated on to mask the odor.
Once it reaches its destination, the dealers will fluff up the buds and increase their sale weight by misting them with some water. The water hydrates the weed, reduces the volatility of the burn, which, in turn, increases the THC levels to make them happy.
Because heat destroys THC, these just-add-water buds seem to be of a higher quality than the 3 to 5 percent THC levels that you'll find. And the smugglers always bring in some red-haired buds for the holidays as a special treat to rejoice in the giving season with Christmas weed.
3: Is it Sensimilla?
There is no sense in purchasing seedy weed. Plants that are allowed to form seeds already decrease their resin and THC production. The solution for most growers is to simply kill all the males once they reach the flowering phase and start showing their sex organs in the crotches of the plant. Sensimilla is often produced by clones or creating ideal conditions to raise all female plants.
4: Is it Dank?
Although odor alone does not always indicate the quality of marijuana, the skunky buds or citrusy buds will have a wonderful aroma. You can tell that someone took a lot of care in cultivating these plants if they impress the nose. As stated, low-grade weed may smell like urine or moldy because it is transported in bulk and sold for volume rather than quality.
5: Is it Full of Crystals?
The kind buds will all be full of the heavy snow-white crystals and sticky resin glands. Although crystals don't equate to high THC content, they are a clue that someone has grown out a special strain. You can check the trichomes with a magnifying glass and tell if the buds were properly harvested by the milky translucency.
Trichomes that are too clear were harvested too early. If they are too white, this would be a sign of a late harvest and higher CBD content. Because trichomes degrade so quickly under heat, packaging, and handling, only premium buds will have an impressive and fresh display of trichomes like those seen in magazines.
6: What is the Name of the Strain?
The name of a strain can mean a lot. Although low-grade versions of potent strains exist, anything with Afghani, Snow White, Widow, Cinderella, Cookies, Diesel, Blueberry, or any of the other famous strains are sure to pack a punch. If you are buying what is called a one-hit-wonder from a marijuana dispensary Canada, you should proceed with caution. Just one puff of this stuff can be enough to say "enough" because the euphoria and mind-altering effects are intense.
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"Who are you meeting for lunch this week?"
Without fail, my former boss would ask me this question in every weekly status we had. And I dreaded the question. Because my answer was generally a stammering "Umm… No One." Occasionally I could remember what I actually had for lunch. And almost always it was sitting in my windowless cube eating a soggy sad sandwich.
I didn't understand why "who I had lunch with this week" was worthy of being a topic on our weekly status. After all, I was only 6 months into this new job. I was still figuring out how to pull data from Nielsen. I was still figuring out how to write an innovation brief. I was still trying to figure out where the bathrooms were in this maze of a building.
And despite knowing this question would come up in every weekly status, I was reluctant to change my behavior. I didn't see the value in the question. I didn't see the importance of it in my career. I didn't understand why I had to have lunch with anyone.
Because I hated the idea of having to network, to meet people, to put myself out there. Because networking was something slimy and strange and weird and scary. It made my stomach hurt, my throat go dry. And I could feel a faint headache coming on.
Even Oxford's definition of networking only reaffirmed my fears of what networking looked like: the action or process of interacting with others to exchange information and develop professional or social contacts.
Because please don't ask me to walk into a room where I don't know anyone. And stand in the corner sipping a bad glass of Chardonnay. Please don't ask me to slide my business card out and not so subtly shove it in your face. And ask you to do something for me. Please don't ask me to network. Because I hate networking.
And I used to hate networking (okay, maybe hate is too strong.) I still really dislike the term. "Networking" seemed about getting something from someone. Or someone getting something from you. A favor, a job, a referral. "Networking" seemed very transactional. And someone shoving a business card at you (which happened to me recently at event) only solidified by feelings.
And over the years, I came to really understand that networking wasn't about "the action or process of interacting with others." It was about building authentic connections. It was about meeting people who were different than you. It was about expanding my community. And creating new communities. It was tapping into more and more communities I could belong to.
And as I slowly started to change my view on networking- I mean building authentic connections- I started to realize my communities were more inclusive than I thought. My best friends from middle school. Former bosses. College Alumni I met after we had graduated. Colleagues from past companies. Vendors and agency partners I had once worked with. Colleagues I had once managed. As my family expanded, my husband, my two sister-in laws and my brother in-law. A whole host of fabulous cousin-in-laws. My baby brother as his career skyrocketed. And fellow parents in my kids' school.
I still hate networking. And I love building connections. And helping to build connections and be a bridge for other people.
Now, when I go to a large event, I try to go with a friend. We have a drink at the bar and then part ways to try and make new friends. If we don't authentically connect with other people, and we have made the effort, we always have each other to back to.
Now, I try to meet one new person a week at my company or in my broader community, or reconnect with someone I miss seeing. (This doesn't always have to be in person, can be text, Zoom or Facetime.) And if you can't commit to doing that, that you should seriously relook at your schedule. I thank my former boss for that constant reminder.
Now, I joined Luminary, a women's collaboration hub in NYC, which has been life changing for me. I am also on the advisory board. It's all about women supporting and lifting each other up- to get more money, get that next big promotion, or start their own venture. It's a built-in community of unwavering support.
Now, I am working on expanding my community of moms. Not too long ago, I worked up the nerve to ask a fellow mom in my daughter's class if she wanted to get together. She thought I meant a playdate. I meant drinks. And after one late night out drinking, I have bonded with a whole new set of badass women.
And all of these communities. I am there for my communities. And they are all there for me. Referral for a job at my company. Coaching on how to survive a bad boss. Advice on how to ask for more money. Supporting each other as we care for aging parents. Candid feedback on why they didn't get that promotion. Commiserating over a cocktail on which working parent had the worst week ever.
So please don't ask me to network. Because I hate it. And well actually I don't have a business card to give you. I haven't printed one in four years.