Do you have a friend you love with qualities you hate? Someone who’s obnoxious and rarely pays his debts and would get a punch in the face if he were anyone else, but somehow combines his undesirable traits in a lovable package that works only for him? My friend Kyle, who called me last Saturday at 1 p.m. for “titties and chicken strips,” is that guy. I knew he meant Shotgun Willie’s, an invite I declined, but it reminded me of two nearby dispensaries: Emerald Fields and the Smokin’ Gun, owned by Shotgun’s Debbie Matthews.
The Smokin’ Gun’s parking lot was packed when I showed up, so I chose the quicker option across the street, Emerald Fields. The pot shop’s sister location in Manitou Springs used to get its flower wholesale from Los Sueños Farms in Pueblo County, one of the largest legal outdoor cannabis grows in the country. While not able to confirm that Los Sueños grew the flower at this Glendale location, my budtender did say that all of it was grown externally. The Tora Bora, nearly 100 percent indica with high CBDs, looked interesting, but I wasn’t going to pay $20 a gram to pass out before 5 p.m. The Strawberry Cough, a sativa hybrid with a sensible price of $13, was more in my wheelhouse.
Known for a heavy, almost syrupy, smell and flavor, Strawberry Cough is a cross of Strawberry Fields and Haze. Before dispensaries offered never-ending choices, Strawberry Cough was one of those distinct, flavorful strains that was always a treat to come across. The cut I purchased here was brittle and had a tan hue; I could call it well-aged to be nice, but it was old pot. That strawberry-milk-syrup smell I’ve always associated with the strain was somewhat compromised by the old musty funk that weed gets after a few months, making it smell like fruit and cheese. Too bad it wasn’t supposed to.
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Three bowls after work sure didn’t taste like old weed: Thick, sugary flavors of the fruit coated my tongue for the first two hits. But it burned like old weed and was ash after the third. Still, the euphoria made me quickly forget all about that, and I started getting some serious chores done around the house. I’m not just talking laundry and dishes, either: Floors were mopped, weeds were pulled (from the lawn, of course) and grass was mowed. I even ironed two weeks’ worth of clothes. Seriously, I was crushin’ it.
Only thing I forgot to do? Write the damn review. Strawberry Cough can motivate you to the extreme — but make sure you have an easy-to-follow to-do list ready.
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