GSC
4/20/2017
This review is for the venerated, oft-imitated, but never duplicated strain: Girl Scout Cookies. Although I've had many different iterations of GSC (i.e. GSC, Platinum GSC, Thin mint-cut, Forum-cut, Cookie Monster, etc.), this review is for the version of GSC I got in the Bay Area from The Green Door on Howard St. What is there is say about this icon of cannabis culture (ranking right up there with 420, Leafly, Amsterdam, Lester Grinspoon, Ed Rosenthal, Cheech & Chong, Carl Sagan, Overgrow (pre-RCM bust), Bob Marley, Snoop Dogg, and Seth Rogan) that hasn't been said? Well, let's see... The colors present were beautiful: pastel shades of lavender, magenta, silver, and dusky green, all coated in a layer of trichomes so thick that you'd have thought someone had dusted it with confectioner's sugar. Candy-coated, indeed. The aroma was tantalizing: candied citrus, sugar cookies, and a touch of something exotic, like gold, frankincense, and myrrh. Seriously, the Three Wise Goyim from da Bronx could-a brought dis to da Baby Jeebus and it would-a totally fit in with the classic Christmas gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. Heck, give me this every time over frankincense and myrrh. Gold, on the other hand, lets you buy more GSC and that never grows old or goes out of style. Where was I? Oh yeah, the bag appeal is off the charts. The buds were full with great fat calyxes and very little stem. What stem was present also had trichomes. Yes, you read that correctly: even the stem had frickin' trichomes! Try that with your Uncle Ernie's circa- 1979 Mexi-brick weed. I first smoked this from my Toro 7-to-13 freshly-cleaned, borosilicate glass water pipe. The smoke was smooth, the ash burned white. It was very expansive and I immediately felt the hit emanate from behind my eyes and slowly roll down my neck and shoulders offering me relief from my perpetual pain from degenerative disk disease, arthritis, and my fused spine. My anxiety and stress melted away and a warm, happy glow spread over me as I slowly exhaled the tasty elixir. The initial taste was a delicious hash-like flavor that faded to the cookie dough taste most of us love so well. I was convinced after the first 7 grams that this was indeed one of the holy grails of cannabis. I had to make myself buy something different after a month or so of buying mostly GSC. Even after a month of smoking this lovely lady, she was still melting my face off and giving me relief and a smile. GSC, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways! I love thee to the depth and breadth and height you send my soul and mind when after smoking thee I take flight! Forgive me, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, but my love for the vaunted GSC makes the oxytocin seep from my neurosecretory nerve endings. I'm in LOVE, baby! With the GSC from SF, CA! Try it, you won't be disappointed if you get the real deal. This strain and its progeny are my favorites of all time. Move over OG Kush, Haze, Pink Champagne, Sour Diesel, Chemdawg, and all the others. There's a new queen of the cannabis scene and her name is GSC and all her children will inherit the crown. If this regal princess should find its way to your town, don't hesitate. She will make the sun shine a little brighter, the pain a little less, the sex a little better, and your mood 100% better. Let her light the way...