I'm going to give a full review of Jagermeister OG (yes Jager is OG) marijuana strain created in Southern Oregon. I known this strain like the back of my hand so without further ado-- *Origin: Southern Oregon (anyone who tries to take credit for this remarkable strain outside of Southern Oregon is just plain full of shit) *Appearance: darker green and purple oblong/pinecone tight buds with purple calyxes throughout with a very even coating of tricombs. Jager is slightly underwleming in bag apeal. *Smell: literally licorice and gas *Taste: literally licorice and gas. *Mold: highly resistant *Powdry Mildew: resistant *Yield: High *Outdoor: fantastic *Indoor: very good *Difficulty: fairly easy strain to work *Potency: thc- 19% cbd- 1.75 **Bottom line: I am a true OG nut and this strain is my favorite strain of all time straight Licorice and gas to the nose and lungs there's no mistaking Jager once you open the bag. Tastes just how it smells. Uplifting and extreley functional high. Not too couch lock, more of a clear than fubar high. But still some couch lock on the back end. If you ever come across this strain grab it up as fast as you can you won't regret it!

I was at Beaver Bowls, looking for an indica and Jager was the bowl of the day. It was a good deal, so I bought an eighth, out of which I eventually rolled a total of four joints. I also bought a pre-roll from High Quality Compassion of Hindu-Jager, a Hindu Kush X Jager cross that smokes a lot like ordinary Jager. I'm not really into the flavor game and my canna-palate is weak -- to me, weed tastes like weed -- but I can see how people get a sweet earthy vibe from the smoke. It wasn't unpleasant. The high, though, was very pleasant. It's a strong indica with a soaring, spacey head high. I usually smoked while giving my dog his last walk of the day, and about 10 minutes after smoking, I felt floaty, uplifted and heavy at the same time. The dimly lit trees, open starry skies and porchlit homes became more crisp and alive,. During the walk and in bed after I got home, I was listening to Juana Molina, a South American artist whose music is made up of many, many layers of sound, and, suddenly, I could hear individual riffs that, previously, had blended into the whole. After about 45 to 60 minutes, however, though the spacey head high continued, the indica body high kicked into fourth gear: a warm fuzzy blanket that had me content not to move a muscle. Dreamy and relaxing. Awesome stuff.