Usually landing your dream job comes with the caveat that you’ll need to quit smoking pot. At least until you pass that pesky drug test. Instead, I spent 2014 packing bowls, vaping and, on occasion, rolling up some of the best marijuana in the world.
I’ve seen the highs ($24.50 grams!) and lows ($14 eighths!!) of a recreational cannabis market that was truly the first of its kind in history. Making the front page of reddit seemed like the highlight of my year back in March. Being profiled by the New York Times (and not sticking my foot in my bong-hole) is something I’ll never forget, mainly because my fiance was sweet enough to have it mounted for Christmas.
Forgive me for stating the obvious, but I love reviewing marijuana. When I worked in Dispensary Land (no, out-of-staters, that isn’t an amusement park) I saw far too little of it. I admired the latest strains from afar, usually on a message board or Instagram. Now, I’m constantly seeing what growers across the front range are churning out. Suprise: It’s fire.
I’m still learning from real OGs in the review game like William Breathes, true cannaseurs like The Cannabist’s Ry Prichard and future stars like Max Montrose. And hopefully, with the help of my intrepid editors Ricardo Baca and Aleta Labak, these columns have become slightly more legible as the year rolled on. If not, the fault lies 100 percent with them.
Looking back, there were certainly duds that I wouldn’t touch again with a 10-foot-pipe. That doesn’t mean they’re inherently flawed strains due for exile to “The Island of Dr. Moreau”, but genetics that never reached their full potential.