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Let’s chat about gummies.

I’ve never been much of an edibles man, and have always leaned towards the top-shelf sativa when it comes to the old herb.

You could say I’ve come a long way since my first experience, which was a poorly rolled stop of ‘majat’ at Plett Rage, followed promptly by a harrowing hitchhiking experience (also my first – and last) which ended with me dive-rolling out of a bakkie going up that steep Plett hill, as the questionable driver started accelerating after telling me we have a lot in common. I decided against using the fake 9mm I had tucked in the back of my pants. Why that was there I can’t recall. But I hid in a bush for half an hour with the trigger cocked, before emerging and running home.

Majat (or simply, ‘jat’) was replaced by ‘Swazi’, not by way of us becoming more discerning, but more because that was all you could get. Then the ‘cheese’ scene hit and we really thought we had arrived. It was our first foray into sativa and opened our eyes to a whole new world. It wasn’t all about getting swallowed up by the sofa, listening to Pixies, Pearl Jam and Nirvana anymore. Whether it was writing, or music, or just conversation, we were starting to get creative and thoroughly enjoyed the results.

So the quality had improved, sure, but the big problem was the dealers would always eventually let you down. My God, they were useless. Constantly losing their phones or getting arrested. It really was comical, as people would recount stories about incidences with their dealer. Anyone who had a ‘new guy’ would be hassled to share that new number, as you could never have enough.

It’s a far cry from where we are now, with everything being legal and high-end places like The Alibi on Bree Street thriving with a sophisticated clientele enjoying not just the THC, but also some bloody good cafe-style food, drinks and coffee.

So ja, sativa has always been my go-to, but I have recently dabbled with Indica and must say, I get it. There is a place for it, and it’s not all about becoming a vegetable and falling asleep. The anti-anxiety properties are what interest me. Something that Newlands, Claremont, Bishopscourt and Constantia should look into, to possibly taper the rampant surge in Urbanol consumption.

A recent trip to the tropics put me in a predicament of sorts. Taking actual herb on planes (and trains) in and around SA and Zim is not a concern, and I did once take liquid THC to Europe (mixed alongside different flavours of vape liquid) – but I fear things have tightened up in that regard – especially after the story of that US athlete that got nailed. So what do we do? Enter edibles.

The Alibi has a healthy selection of edibles in the form of gummies and the like, with well-informed staff on hand to guide you through what THC levels would be a good start based on your tolerance. 10mg seems to be the way to go. Pop those little guys in a bag of pick n mix from Sweets from Heaven, as you swan through customs, and you’re A for away!

Just be sure to filter that bag of sweets on the other side. It’s not a good look if the kids get hold of the wrong sweetie 🙂