![]() ![]() Peter, AKA Johnnie, and actually named Gerardo, had people driving 3 hours in the dark of night from Flagstaff just to grab one of the 3-5 bars being sold shortly after it arrived in Phoenix. ![]() In 1973 when Candybar was selling for $100.00 an ounce in Phoenix, an outrageous price for those early days, very few people had smoked decent sinsemilla or had ever tasted that kind of narcotic quality, professional Colombian grower’s personal stash weed. Paul was a daily smoker and laughed, of course, when I told him how powerful the Candybar was and to get ready to trip out. One toke from a New York needle pin joint of Candybar was enough to send people falling down staircases, to start spinning so hard that they vomited, and to even lose their balance like my best friend Paul who immediately passed out, fell forward into a brick wall, smashed his eyeglasses, and hit the cement – all before we could move from the same instantaneous freeze and time-stoppage induced by the one, hard-to-pull-from-the-pin joint hit that we each inhaled. It doesn’t necessarily mean a lack of vigor, at least at the Equator, when a plant grows beyond a year….or five. Standing alone along an agricultural field’s wooded edge, a single plant looked very similar to a small stand of bamboo. Though I’ve never seen photos of multi-year plants from Colombia, my friend Rob Clarke sent me photos of a Thai tree with a sturdy trunk slightly larger in diameter than your forearm, with a height of approximately 12-16 feet. These mother plants were many years old and treasured by the few, rare individuals that had access to the herb they produced. What these lookers didn’t know, though, was the true surprise that the source of this smoke was handful of female plants that were not annuals. The few people who were lucky enough to examine it up close were like, “WTF?” because it couldn’t be just plain weed. It was tightly sealed in aluminum foil with an outer wrapping of Saran Wrap. His source was an old-time grower from Neiva, Colombia, land of the Colombian Black that ranged from a shady chocolate color to a rich black tar coloration.Ĭandybar came so black and compacted into one ounce “bars” that it looked like Nepalese Temple Ball hash and had very little if any apparent leaf or vegetable matter. The only person in America receiving it was my good Colombian friend Gerardo. It showed up three or four times a year via Brooklyn, New York to Phoenix, Arizona. ![]() The most devastating herb I have ever toked was a true, landrace Colombian Wacky Weed was known to me as “ Candybar“. ![]()
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