the old weed in the paper bag trick.
you can tell im about to sacrifice the virgins when i ask the grocery store for paper, not plastic.
you mention the cure but do you do some drying first? if so, how do you do it? ive tried so many different things, too dry, not dry enough, perfect snap of a twig which we used to use as the end of drying and beginnning of the cure. i could write - 101 ways to mess up a cure. -
After it's hung and is 'ready for trim', IF it's a crop I really want in my jar, I take about a lb of that in six inch length cuts. They go into brown paper bag, dark and cool place (the spare bedroom closet). I check every week or so, just shake em up ...
In about three weeks I will not be able to wait and I'll take a flower and trim it and mom and I will smoke it. Yum. "Yea, it's green, but tastes good. And it's stony as fuk."
In a week more or so, maybe more, maybe less depending on the time of year. Humidity, temp, etc. In a week or ten days they get trimmed, and placed in an air tight jar (usually) with a small piece of wet paper towel.
The contents of those jars get tested, frequently and extensively until it is JUST right ... then, it seems we run out and the whole thing starts again. (Actually, there's generations waiting).
I am spoiled.
AND, AND it's good to hear from a brother OG. I was 'there'. I was AT the People's Park Riots in Berkeley, in 67ish. The free concerts in SF (Janis Joplin, Carlos Santana). When the air was dirty and sex was clean.
I started my 'career' in this job when I was 16 and worked as a mule, delivering fertilizer and food and drink to the farmer in charge of 200 plant gorilla grows in the Cascade Mountains of Northern California.
I got my first grow when I was 19.
I did several of those. What an education. I was out there, all by myself for sometimes two weeks at a time. I had to solve problems with whatever I had. Weather was a big risk. But, there was also cougar about.
The worksite got raided when I was 22. Helicopters and dogs and ... I had a bugout bag and a plan ... Got away, only took four days ... lol.
Worked for the same guy cloning. He wouldn't give me another grow because he says, 'the cops know you.' So, I learned how to clone. Got good at it. Made a lot of babies. Lot.
It was a small community back then. And very private.
Not like today.
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Sorry, grandpa gets high and starts telling stories.
"Go back to sleep grampa, it's ok. Here's your bong."
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