Tangie Review

By Penny Hayes
*The author and the weed she reviewed are both from Humboldt County, California.
This month’s review is an especially tasty treat that fell into my lap by virtue of contacting my dealer at precisely the right time. My dealer is johnny-on-the-spot, a knowledgeable go-getter with an expanding business. And he’s polite, charming, and drives a big, black truck. What more could you ask for in a dealer?
I texted him, and within minutes I learned that it was my lucky day. Sometimes timing is everything. He had one more ounce of this killer strain whose genetics haled from Amsterdam. He didn’t often have this particular strain at such high quality. The price was steep, but he could give me a deal on the other ounce I had requested, to make up the difference. Have I mentioned how much I love my dealer?
We met in the grocery store parking lot that had come to be our “regular spot.” That regular spot has since backfired horribly on me; it will never be our spot again. But that’s another story.
I climbed into the giant, black truck (GBT) and turned to greet the man I have come to depend on for quality meds. He handed me two Ziplocs, one with the name Wifi OG neatly sharpied on it, the other was Tangie. I stuck my face in the Tangie bag, closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, as he explained how he came about having Tangie. He had made a connection in Amsterdam and was working out a trade for services. If I told you more, I’d have to kill you. The aroma of Tangie nearly made my eyes cross; the mini candy bar sized buds were super red, crystallized and sticky. As always, I pestered my guy with questions about the industry. I grew up in Arcata, and feel like it’s hard to stay current, times are changing quickly. More on that later.
After doing business and a few more pleasantries, I took the leap of death from the GBT, vainly trying to give the appearance of grace. I failed. It didn’t matter. I was on my way to Tangieland.
I showed up at home, and my roommate was more than ready. We headed out to the smoking room, to indulge in the latest offering. I ground up a small amount of flower, the waft of Juicyfruit and fresh citrus was heady. We have separate bongs, mainly because we both enjoy clutching our bongs as some might do with a cold beer, and to be honest, we both take way too long to take a hit. I inhaled slowly, enjoying the fruity flavor and tangerine endnotes of the lively hit.
“Wow, that tastes amazing, “ I said as I waited for the first wave to hit me. It never did.
Tangie is not a punch in the face; it’s not a heat wave washing over your brain, it’s a fog that rolls gently in. It crowds out the anxiety and stress of the day like the Humboldt fog crowding out the sun at the edge of the beach. Only better, much better. It’s important to note that it may take up to ten minutes to feel Tangie’s full effects. It got me up and energized, with a calm, positive attitude and no lazy inclinations. I did eat a bag of cherries, but I’m not blaming the weed. Cherries are my summer obsession. And now, so is Tangie.
Medicinally recommended for stress and depression, Tangie is tasty, motivating, euphoric and powerful, certainly worth the extra effort to find it, and when you do, you will be happy.