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Among the vagaries of life, I never noticed her. She's just been around, she appears in a large pickle jar occasionally, the same dna as her mother and her mother before that, a plain plant, short and a bit overweight. But something happened, she was just lying there, just enough for me and the chimp, along with some other drying samplers. She looked different, more crisp, almost like an Amsterdam barmaid. I vaporized her like on Star trek and something clicked. I needed her closer. I changed a screen in a 3 dollar bowl and pulled out a new bic and fired her up. This cheese is a national treasure. There should be a monument. A monument to the brief time when air and humidity levels and that potash stuff and the blood meal all just came together better. When the curds and whey congealed into a delightfully uplifting menage one happy sunny day, a day owed to Cheese.
Because I am usually so f&*king depressed my knees want to fall off. This is very, very good. I am going fishing.
Strain: Cheese
Growth: Yes
Nutes: By feel. Ph is important, but not today. It's my day off.
Yield: Hard to tell, the chimp is stomping on it.
Bag Appeal: I never put it in a bag.
Smell: top shelf, like monks made it.
Taste: smooth, rich, complex, dancing sky. Similar to a night in Finland.
The High: It feels good.
Because I am usually so f&*king depressed my knees want to fall off. This is very, very good. I am going fishing.
Strain: Cheese
Growth: Yes
Nutes: By feel. Ph is important, but not today. It's my day off.
Yield: Hard to tell, the chimp is stomping on it.
Bag Appeal: I never put it in a bag.
Smell: top shelf, like monks made it.
Taste: smooth, rich, complex, dancing sky. Similar to a night in Finland.
The High: It feels good.
