Amsterdam is to the stoner. It was time for me to make a Mecca to the world’s freest city to find out once and for all ... Who’s got better weed? California or Amsterdam? When my two best friends from college proposed we plan an Amsterdam trip back in February it wasn’t the promise of smoking the world’s finest bud that led me to agreeing immediately. I love to travel and the opportunity to see a beautiful city like Amsterdam may not come around often. My two friends, both who still live and work in Indiana were naturally most drawn to Amsterdam because of their liberal stance on soft drugs. I’m all about having a liberal stance on soft drugs but the ability to smoke weed legally didn’t hold much of a charm to me having been a medical marijuana patient in California for more than a year. I’m also a skeptic. When a restaurant boasts “World Famous Fish Tacos” I don’t buy into it. Your fish tacos are world famous according to whom? Can you please cite your source? My policy of doubting the fame of fish tacos carried over to my doubt of the weed in Amsterdam. I’ve eaten a lot of fish tacos and I’ve smoked a lot of weed. Over time, I have collected a vast amount of knowledge on both subjects, so if it has trichomes or it’s deepfried then I’m your man. At our first coffee shop stop in Amsterdam, Barney’s, I bought a gram of Super Silver Haze and a gram of Red Dragon. I am a Silver Haze fan so it was kind of like your girlfriend trying to make your Grandma’s recipe for chicken noodles. You have an impossible standard, but appreciate the effort nonetheless. After a few bags of the Red Dragon (thick red hairs on small dense buds) out of the Volcano vaporizer I had completely forgiven the Silver Haze’s shortcomings. The debate continued from coffee shop to coffee shop. I scoffed at their Blueberry and I don’t even remember the Amnesia Haze. My friends said I was “so LA” but I think I just have good taste. We were at a bar in Leidseplein Square when I started talking to a beautiful blonde haired, blue-eyed Belgian girl.
“Where can I find good Kush?” I asked with my most playfully tourist smile. “You want koosh?” She replied with a cute enough accent to almost make me give up smoking all together. She giggled a little bit then said, “You want the Blue Cheese at Magic Sweetie.” I was more staring at her than listening, but before I could respond to her advice, a burly Irish dude with a red beard that was either an over protective adopted brother or her boyfriend walked up to us. It was evident he didn’t approve of my attempt at international relations. “So Blue Cheese over at Magic Coffee Shop then eh?” I said walking backwards toward the door. I found the Blue Cheese and I also got some Utopian Haze, which had come highly recommended. Amsterdam for me was a lot like being at an all-you-can-eat pie buffet. I love pie, so how can you possibly ask me to tell you which pie is better than the last when they are all so glorious? The Utopian Haze would have been the mincemeat among the key lime and pecan pies. It was filling but just not satisfying. The Blue Cheese however held its own. The smoke was mellow and smooth with a tangy after taste. It had a strong sativa head buzz and it made me think about pies in a very creative way. I had an incredible time investigating what Amsterdam was all about but it felt really good to get home when I landed in LAX. A friend picked me up and took me to my apartment. I didn’t even bother carrying my bags up the stairs to my room. I went right to the half eighth of Blackberry Kush I stashed in my desk before I left for this very occasion. I packed a bowl and got comfortable in my bed. I took one big puff and completely melted into a liquid state. The City of Angels easily won this battle.
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