Anyone familiar with Mexican dirt weed?

As a transplanted Texan living in Hawaii, I've had a butt load of Mexican cannabis in my time. In the early 70's it was about all you could get in DFW and environs. 10 bucks was a 4 finger "lid" or as close to an oz as possible, by either scale or wet finger in the wind.

Primo red or gold Colombian was 20 bucks for a 2 finger bag. It was sweet, sticky, reddish or blonde and would mess you up.

The most sticking thing about the Mexican was it's inconsistency. Some was great, some was moldy and dirty tasting, some was just green trash. Mostly it was completely greenish brown with the dirty smell.

If you haven't had it, you haven't missed much and probably grow superior stuff yourself... :grinjoint:
 
BUTT i miss that old dirt. i miss cleaning pot in a shoe box lid with a playing card. i miss picking out all the stems and wood and making tea. I miss being able to roll six joints and smoke them all in one afternoon.dont get me wrong the pot today is great, butt i wish i had some dirt from time to time.:surf:

Ha the shoe box lid and playing card really struck a chord. I did that many times myself. I still have a 30 year old ceramic bowl that's unglazed on the inside and makes a perfect vessel to separate seeds from shake. I wish I'd find a seed nowadays.:peace:
 
i went to my local dispensary and asked for dirt weed. he pulled out a jar of mex crap just like we used to get in the 60s and 70s. i love it.keep that high power shit and give me a good bomber rolled in a wheat straw.

Oh crap I bought wheat straws to roll up the first lid of commercial Mexican dirt weed I "went in on" about 1975. Talk about raspy. I think my favorite papers from those days were called simply "Cannabis indica" and had exotic artwork or something on the container. Well here they are" Rolling Papers - Cannabis Indica

Then the standard became zigzag cutcorners.
 
I came on the scene with bomb and chronic, no schawg. 1st time out was bomb. I was trippin on the tile b4 i actually started reading thinking "Now why in the hell would I wanna be familiar with Mexican dirt weed?" U'd be hard pressed trying to give that away with the exception of the indigent (some of them may decline. San Francisco, perfect example, oooh the stories) in the bay. I can't imagine craving brown weed. It tastes like shit. I got on it when it was like $50 an ounce. Its seems most of the old heads like the sativa high. I live in an indo world. People like purple out here, u can get away with hybrids but I'v never heard of anyone asking for a pure sativa that wasn't a grower. Thanks for the insight to the dirt weed. One more thing, y would u wanna even grow that? Is it just that the people that grew commercially didn't know what they were doin? Or didn't care or what?
 
Hey BWC.

Basically your last sentence was right on. The commercial growers at the time didn't give a flying f**k! The branches were stripped from the main stem, stuffed into a box and compressed with a bottle jack. Dirt pot came loaded with stuff like ... dirt. Lots of leaves and seeds, bugs etc. I found a Zippo lighter in a kilo brick one time but it was too crushed to fix. We used to get a key for $150 in Vancouver back in '69 and get 16 lids from a pound. They weighed 1/16 of a pound after removing the seeds and stems. We didn't really weigh them just broke it up into 16 piles that looked equal and bagged it up.

I don't miss it at all. Cough your guts out, missed seeds blowing up in your face, runs all over the place and a smell of burning rubber that stuck in your clothes for three washes. Tripping down memory lane is a lot better if you don't have to do it over again for real. I've been growing my own since those days and wouldn't trade my goods for any of that crap. Some of the genetics were great but the treatment of the product made retail pot of the day garbage.

My bagseed grow of 1977 in Calgary blew away my buddies at the time. Under four foot flouros in my basement I got bud almost as good as I can grow now. I was a cab driver then and got the best stuff going at the time as well as access to the seeds. A quarter pound of Thai Stick always had a few seeds. The same with Maui Zowie and Panama Red.

Eight 5 gal pails and some sheep shit and a religion was born! lol

Since then I've had weed in my house more often than not. Nowadays I like to grow one or two crops a year and coast between grows. I never run out and have a tight little circle of friends that do what I do. I've got about nine different strains to taste, honey oil, kief, canna butter and oatmeal-chocolate chip budda cookies for steady application of my medication.

Like Free Wheelin' Franklin' says. "Dope will get you through times of no money better than money will get you through times of no Dope!"

It looks like Harper (our Prime AssF**king Minister, like your president but without balls) won't be able to get his new drug war Bill through as the Liberals have vowed to bring down the government at the first opportunity. I've been waiting for some positive news to start some beans for a Xmas crop. It's always dry around Xmas.

Jingle buds, Jingle buds, Jingle all the way. Oh what fun to catch a buzz the first thing Xmas day! HaHa! Shades of Weird Al!

Having a dozen or so jars of labeled buds, some the same but with different cures is like heaven on earth to me. Every smell and buzz is unique. I'm getting into blending for different flavours. Kind of like mixing Jelly Belly jelly beans to get the taste you like the best.

How great is pot?! It greatly reduces my arthritic pain (cookies work the best), lulls me to sleep, picks me up on hung-over mornings. Makes me eat once in a while. I'm not sick but eat to live and have needed the wonderweed to maintain my body weight for the last thirty years. 55, 5'8" and 145lbs. I'm on a caffeine and nicotine diet that may kill me but at least I'll die skinny!

The best thing that weed has done for me is alleviate some serious depression. In 1977 I was viciously attacked and almost killed by a tenant in a boarding house I lived in in Calgary. Over thirty lumps were found on my head along with eighty stitches. He was easily three hundred pounds and used a 16oz hammer to pound the living shit out of me. Now I'm old. If I think some asshole may hurt me I'll just kill the fucker. I'm too old to take another hit like that. I do my drinking at home. The local bar is a shit-hole and booze is cheaper when you get it from the liquor store. Plus I drive truck for a living and can't afford a DUI.

Back to work in a couple of weeks for maybe six weeks. Hauling anhydrous ammonia for the farmers. Twenty hour days with overtime after ten and I can park the truck in my driveway. I've been approached by meth dudes (not users, dealers), about selling them some NH3 for meth production. I just get their Lic#s and a photo if I can and rat them out. Scumbags killing my kids, FUCK YOU! They found some dumb fuck dead in the states last year. He had an electric drill and a five gallon pail to collect his ammonia. Like stealing propane only ammonia will not burn but rip your flesh off after it blinds you. Plus it will eat out the brass fittings on a standard propane tank then explode in your kids closet. It's incredibly dangerous stuff and fucks up your life bad if you don't know what you're doing. I've had a few close calls in the last eight years and it's serious shit. One of our drivers died about three years ago. He didn't bother closing off his outer valves moving between deliveries. His truck caught the edge of the road, rolled, and his cab flooded with ammonia. I would not like to go the way he went. I hope I go to sleep one night and wake up dead in the morning!

Enough of this. Time for bed. Sleep tight, don't let the bed-bugs bite. If you've been staying in hotels that may be a moot point. HAHA! Hope not. Nasty bugs.
 
Yeah, I heard about the bed bug thing up there. I read that its pretty common but people don't really talk about it til u get there. Kinda like crime in San Francisco. Any how u raised a lot of interesting points and it was a pleasure to hear u recount different life experiences. U say their used to be dirt in the weed? Didn't know the name was so literal. Lighter in the brick? LOL. So basically u were payin $150 an oz after y did all the work. Sounds like they cut the tree down, chopped it into sections and threw it in trash compactor. U shoulda come to the bay in the 60s and 70s. U'd have loved Berkeley. And U probably coulda got some good instead of that dirt. I mean I wasn't around back then, but I've read a lot and talked to a lot of old heads.When we get brown weed or what we caller bammer in the Bay Area, seeds and stems, good chance. Bics, bugs, and dirt might get u hurt.LOL. I liked the Free Wheelin Franklin Quote. Hell yea. What species and strain do u prefer to cook with for arthritic pain? Osteo or Rheumatoid? I hate to thread jack so I'll PM u if I have any more questions if its ok with you Lab.
 
I found this article about Schwag, aka Dirt Weed. Interesting that it still is big in the states. They can have it I don't want it! lol

Schwag vs. Chronic
By Kat Mcloud, Cannabis Culture - Friday, September 4 2009


CANNABIS CULTURE - The good, the bad, and the ugly weed in Texas: comparing Southern-US brick weed and dank homegrown buds.


It’s midnight in Texas, the air smells of dang (hot road kill mixed with beer and truck exhaust), and as I hurry to my car I can’t help but skip. I always get this excited when I’m about to pick up a great sack of schwag, especially because this time it’s actually green and a little fluffy. A fifty-dollar investment will last for a few days and I’ll certainly get about ten fat blunts out of it. You see, in Texas blunts are quite popular, as they allow for increased sharing possibilities in a social situation, and getting both your tobacco and THC fix simultaneously.

I read my directions from a used napkin and drive through half of a Queen album before arriving at my dead end, where a person I know nothing about leans into my car and tosses in the bud. I don’t hand him the money, as I’ve been instructed to “gangsterly” toss it on the hood, so that nothing is exchanged through hands. This is all new to me and a little shady, but I was hooked up from a friend I trusted, and I really don’t have any other options.

Typically, my experiences with schwag dealers tend to vary, but most are short and sweet, with little time for inquiries on the current status of politics or the economy. In Texas, it’s important not to get attached to a particular dealer or supply, because more often than not, they will disappear one day, never to be heard from again.

It’s time to cruise home with my illegal greenery, hoping to make it. A long drive for schwag is required because there’s a drought right now, and unfortunately the county I travel through has the second-harshest penalties for marijuana possession in the state of Texas, and is well known for prosecuting to the full extent. The large amount I picked up creates a greater risk, but there’s a certain thrill in it all, a juvenile excitement in the process of tracking down buds. In some instances it’s almost sexual, a kind of turn-on you only feel from the possibility of getting caught. Maybe that’s why I take the chance with such a cheap, harsh sack of schwag.

To understand the affection for such low-grade cannabis, one must get into the full element of the Southern pot experience, including the lingo. The first question all potential purveyors ask is “’dro or reggie?” “’Dro” could mean just about anything, and from that point must be specified as either hydro, kind bud, chronic, or a specific strain. This is expensive, imported or home grown, and for struggling stoners like myself is reserved for birthdays, holidays, and tax seasons. “Reggie” is what I’m looking for; as opposed to paying $75 for 3.5 grams of good stuff, I’ll settle for the less flavorful weed with God-knows-what inside of it. I don’t know why, but even when I have money, sometimes I crave schwag. It’s strange, but there’s a feeling of bargain-hunting pride from grabbing that 28 grams for $50.

Five miles from home, my nerves start to really kick in. I’m so close to ripping the bong, and everywhere I look there are police. Police here are like Starbucks – they’re on every corner, and sometimes even parked next to each other for no apparent reason. I get this nervous feeling because I’ve been arrested for schwag before, and I still didn’t learn my lesson. The charge was for “Possession of Marijuana”, and what I possessed at the time was a roach, about the size of my pinky fingernail. My punishment would span across two years, and includes supervised probation with random urinalysis testing, home visits/searches, 50-dollar monthly probate fee, $3,500 in fines, two Texas drug and alcohol classes (an additional $300), 90 mandatory Narcotics Anonymous meetings within 90 days, and 250 hours of community service. I was not allowed to leave the county, let alone Texas, without permission from my probate officer. These traveling privileges were few and far between, and typically are only awarded to first-time offenders who test clean on urinalysis appointments. In exchange for completing all of the terms of my probation above, I would receive deferred adjudication, or a “clean slate” as they say. I say, what good is a clean slate when all you want to do is drench it in a smoky haze?
The painful truth of the South is that we have the harshest marijuana possession penalties in the United States, but we also produce/distribute some of the worst weed in the nation, with disturbingly low amounts of THC. In essence, tons of smokers are busted everyday for herb that might not even be herb at all. On a potency-level scale out of 10, schwag ranges from a 1-5. For those non-recreational smokers with debilitating illnesses, living in the south creates a problem when trying to find your medical-grade cannabis, as it typically must be smuggled in from California or Seattle. Because of the risk, the prices skyrocket, 1/8’s seem smaller, and quality goes down from improper storage and handling. Because there are no dispensaries (yet), attaining cannabis of this nature can be strenuous, reminiscent of a rat race, and end in disappointment over the quality of the product.

Eventually, many revert to the schwag out of sheer convenience, and even I wondered what it was about schwag that made it worth my while to sit in a jail cell thinking about it. Was there any possible way I could put in a plea of “not guilty” of possession of marijuana based on the fact that what I was smoking wasn’t really that good? “What”, “where” and “how” were the easy questions to find answers for, but the “why” is what interested me most. Why on earth do I choose to contribute to the perpetuation of schwag when I have tasted great buds from the heavens with my own lips? What about my toker friends who purposefully ONLY smoke schwag – why do they do it? Some say it’s because of cost, while others can find really good schwag with no problem and see little difference between it and kind bud. Some refuse to touch schwag with a ten-foot pole.

Schwag goes by many other names, including but not limited to: shwiggity, shwah, reggie, regs, Tex-Mex, junk-skunk, dirt-weed, dirties, skank, and killz, just to name a few. It’s typically brown (just like dirt) when it’s bad schwag, and a dark forest-green when it’s dough dough or shwah. Schwag has few crystals (if any), and most is chocked full of seeds with half of the weight being in stems and seeds alone. Male and female plants are mixed together in the planting of schwag, and when harvest time comes, there is little regard for typical growing methods of finer plants. In fact, they are grown in such a half-assed manner, smokers will sometimes find various other plants such as sunflowers, bluebonnets, or wild Indian paintbrush chillin’ in the bag, partying with their weed! It’s difficult to place names and strains on schwag, because most of the time it’s so compressed from cargo travel methods, identification seems impossible. In fact, travel plays quite a comprehensive role in determining what exactly you are getting when you purchase schwag.

Schwag is shipped across the Mexico-Texas and California border, compressed tightly and hidden in various parts of motor vehicles. Some bricks weigh in upwards of 150 pounds and are shaped like the giant tires they are sometimes shipped in. Instead of picking out a gentle bud to puff on, one sometimes needs to utilize the likes of electric turkey carvers to slice the bud into thin disks before smoking or distributing.

JP, a self-proclaimed schwag connoisseur and purveyor, told me, “I’ve seen schwag that’s been shipped in sheet metal, compressed between two gas tanks, all the way from the border.” JP has been a schwag-specific smoker for about 12 years now, only smoking quality buds on his birthday and holidays. Like myself and many other Texas smokers, he has also been to jail and served time for his herb-loving ways.

JP is fond of schwag for several reasons. “I’m Mexican, and I smoke Tex-Mex weed because I like to have a lot around to share with friends. It’s cultural. I can’t pull out expensive bud and share it with everyone, but I can afford blunts and blunts of this stuff,” he said as he rolled one up.

As For the quality of the schwag, JP said, “You find all sorts of shit in your weed, like dead roaches, sticks, spider webs – and one time I even found a bird feather. But I don’t care. I’ll still smoke schwag, and always will.” In addition to JP’s own found objects, I’ve heard some other wild claims of almost everything imaginable in bags of schwag: rat-tails, cockroaches, sticks, dirt, rocks, cough medicine (pawned off as a strain of kind bud), lead (for weight), gasoline, hair, beer tabs, feathers, knitting yarn, fingernails, pesos, oregano, nuts and bolts, and even a birdfoot!

Random objects found in pot are presumably for the purposes of weighing it down to spread further. JP noted that the profit lies in northern cities; because schwag still gets you high, it can be sold for inflated prices the further north you travel, and sometimes even carries a 100% markup value. Schwag in a border town will run $40 by the ounce, while it can easily be sold at up to $15 a gram in Colorado or Oklahoma. Incredible profits and markups keep the schwag industry in the south running at full force, with no end in sight.

Going from a smooth, chronic high to a thick, rough schwag high has been known to cause shock and stress disorders in visitors from the north who were unaware that cannabis also came in the flavor nasty! Having just returned from Vancouver, British Columbia, where I smoked the best buds of my life, I couldn’t help but close my eyes and try to feel the difference in the hits. The schwag is harsh and thick, similar to smoking a Marlboro Red, with the smoke settling in the back of the throat. Reggie smokers agree that the harshness grows on you, and after smoking southern “regs”, you can smoke just about anything.

There are also some people who refuse to smoke schwag. Stanley Glass, a glass purveyor and cannabis connoisseur, explained: “ To me, smoking that first bud of ’dro was like the most amazing sex, and all those years I spent smoking schwag I may as well have been jerking myself off!” As he loaded bowl after bowl of delicious buds with hints of mango, he became increasingly enthusiastic to describe how it felt to jump into the world of hydroponics, chronics, and clones after years wandering through the schwag deserts. Glass sold schwag in high school, and says that when he graduated, he graduated from schwag as well.

“I just found that ’dro was a more functional high with good flavors and very clean,” he says. He also points out that he and his friends were purchasing hydroponic buds at $240 per half-ounce, so he dedicated his lifestyle to bringing down that price and bringing up the quality. His theory is that if you’re going to risk everything, you may as well smoke good chronic. “Dank isn’t all about the money, it’s about variety of life and the wonderful flavors that come from it,” he says. “Schwag is just a negative cycle; a lot of violence comes with it, because it‘s all about quantity, not quality. It‘s all about making money, not the bud itself…you never know what’s in it, or what you’re getting. Chronic and ‘dro are just cleaner highs, more functional”.

However, it is generally agreed that most of the truly great buds are imported from throughout the northern US and California, but in order to get to it one must break through the barrier of low-grade competitors flooding the Gulf Coast with high volumes of cheap schwag. Because of the high volumes passing through, there has been an influx of sellers that don’t smoke their product and only focus on the distribution. With all these ignorant dealers, about the best salesman for schwag I can find is the shady guy at the dead-end street I just paid a visit to.

It’s understandable that chronic home-grown is hard to find, as growing good bud is not always easy with electrical companies that will not hesitate to report high-electricity readings to the local police. This creates problems for indoor grow operations because it is still highly illegal to grow even one plant, so people just don‘t want to risk it. Growers in Texas beware: spending life in prison for a couple of plants is not unheard of, and judges tend to favor incarceration over rehabilitation because of the profit-driven structure of our prison system. Also, by releasing marijuana offenders from prisons, the state would have to admit a failure in their staunch reputation for being tough on marijuana crimes.

Southerners are lagging drastically behind in the fight for marijuana reform. Not just a reform for legalization, but a reform of quality, and a change in mood among the community. Schwag is in abundance, and is quickly becoming the generic ‘fast food’ of pot. Nice buds shouldn’t be an expensive rarity; they should be bountiful, easily attainable, and identifiable. Before we can heighten quality, we must first educate ourselves and fight for the right to grow properly.
 
I have a few seeds from mexican brick weed. Some came out better than others, but just like bricks you have your dark dirtweed then you have your lime green mids, it mainly depens on who grew it and when they harvest it. Make sure theres no males to avoid growing anymore seeds. I currently have 2 plants that look like dank. One is sativa, and one has more of a indica strain. Thy came from the same brick, so mexican farmers have been investing in better seeds because they know it equals better profits.
 
Re: Anyone familiar with Mexican dirt weed ??

no you don't, and no it doesn't :smokin2:

Any smoke is better than no smoke at all, but 13 years was way too long for me.

Here's some mexican schwag -
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Peace and good bud :rollit:

:allgood: i myself would love to try mexican weed,does it tast like haze weed?:cheesygrinsmiley: :peace:
 
still love that dirt stuff. love to smoke a whole joint and 1/2 hr latter roll one more. give the stuff i can puff all day instead of one or two tokes and i am on the couch for 4 hrs.:yummy:
 
I still smoke Mexican weed but it's all quality seeded bud and pretty good at real nice price, Michoacan and Oaxacan mostly at 80-100 bucks an oz. The quality is the equivalent of what passes for mids of the seedless Stateside grown weed these days. In fact I'm smoking some now. 4 hits and I'm feelin' real nice.

Back when I was a young toker an ounce commercial Mex was 80 percent shake and seed,a couple of stems,and the rest some stringy seedy small bud. It could literally be shit or shinola,but there was so much of it around you could always find something decent. The prices I remember before the Colombian Weed Avalanche of '75 was roughly 15-20 bucks an oz./120-140 an lb. for the commercial stuff and 25 bucks an o/175-220 an lb. for something good like Oaxacan bud.

I never cared for most Colombian weed at all,but all those quality Mex strains were a joy to smoke. Nice nutty taste,light on he tars and the high was a nice up wide awake stone for the most part. I had something from Veracruz once that plowed me under for half a a day after lil' more than a 1/4 joint.

I picked up some lightly pressed Mexican Sinsemilla back June at 80 bucks an oz. Definitely not a traditional Mexican Sativa,this shit has a strong body stone and hashy taste. It's the best weed I've had this summer. From what I understand greenhouse grows w/ designer strains are becoming popular in northern Mexico?

80-100 bucks for nice weed? I'll take it every time.
 
Hey I got some 100 oz commercial growing. It's looking much better than expected. I listen to a show on the web and they had a guest on that said most schwag is crappy because it's picked early, not packaged properly, and not dried properly.

I would assume the same things would happen with good bud too. My thinking is it's free weed and if its decent it was worth it. Don't get me wrong I wish I would have had a good seed to start with, but I didn't.
 
dirt weed is still a good thing. when i started smoking pot it was allso a cultural thing. i can remember when me an my friends would head out to smoke some pot, nobody had less than 1/4 oz on them. this was not uncommon to smoke this much in a night. i used to take my $10 lid and clean it and roll it all up. i would get about 30-40 joints from a lid. we would take the seeds and spread them all over town. what fun it was to see a three foot tall plant in youre neighbors yard. the stems i used to make tea, it would not get you buzzed but tasted good late at night. over the last 40 years i have smoked just about everything on thisw planet, but i still like my dirt:yummy:
 
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