ROX-TV hits the streets in search of some nice gear. Tonight, we review BORN IN DETROIT, The HASHBONE, and CHOICE gummies. The menu is long and time is short so let’s go…
Welcome back to the ROX-TV website. As always, we thank the returning readers and say hello to anyone or anything else that might be with us. Tonight we have a cool ride planned out. I will be reviewing some products that looked rather fun on my last visit to the Barn in Burton. When I’m in the 810 and need to feed the monkey, I’m steering my tractor towards the Barn (3491 E. Bristol Road, Burton). I am a frequent flyer and have become quite familiar with the inventory there. I treat my dispo’s kind of like my tattoo artist. Once I find the source, I stick with it. The older I get, the wiser I become or at least in certain aspects. If you find a good spot, keep it.
My appetites for flower and edibles can range some, but mostly I’m an Indica dominant type of consumer. I’ve gone on runs (a good run might be a few months) with Sativa’s and have found the middle ground with hybrids…but it’s mostly a heavy trip. I guess even I am prone to acts of reckless abandon and when that hits, almost anything will do as long as THC or CBD are present. Did I mention that I struggle with booze? Well, I do and cannabis in its many forms seems to be the only “manageable” thing I have ever found to help with the troubles. (Author’s Note: Manageable is defined as not fucking crazy on drink and that’s about it. When the terms are painted in that way, it is better, but nothing is probably the only real path. Not that I’ve ever been interested in it much. I get too bored and then there is the energy burns. Weed isn’t perfect but you wouldn’t bitch about it if you had to deal with me when I’m in thunder town. Take away what you like.)
So yeah, I’m a struggling drunk who found some salvation with the Devil’s Lettuce. With that being said, I am a real passionate consumer of the plant for recreational purposes and beyond. It makes sex better, music sound better depending on the song, artist, vibe, and era…and is perfect for killing empty hours. The smoke lets me pause my overworked brain and lets the body feel “normal” just sitting in one place for more than twenty minutes. Without the weed I probably would have burned out like a cheap light bulb years earlier. I know for a fact that I never would have typed a word for any reason. I’ve always said that weed gave me about 60-65% of my life back prior to destroying the pitch. Since then I’ve penned somewhere close to twenty indie books, cranked out hundreds of decent content articles for the website, and have generally spent the last ten years among the living. Sure I smell like a hash hell hole, but I’m alive MFER and wiser from the journey. I don’t know shit, but I knew a lot less at 33 years of age. I guess it all depends on the angle and the narrative doesn’t it. If you didn’t know me, you might confuse me for a vagrant or possibly a liminal trespasser. This would be correct, but there’s so much more. Anyways, we are here to rap about some gear I picked up and that is how it shall continue. So, let’s get down to brass tax.
Product Description: BORN IN DETROIT
Greektown x Live Resin
Indica
THC: 45.77%
CBD: 00.21%
Form: Pre-Roll (RAW Papers)
I was looking for some pre-rolls that didn’t come in plastic tubes. I’m cool with the gutter life and have drank oceans of beer in brown bags. There is nothing wrong with the bargain tier and most of the time that’s where I’m living. Money and I aren’t always the best team members or collaborators, so progress can be difficult. On this day though, I had some extra bang in the wallet, so I stretched my legs and ordered some glass tube PR’s. The guy behind the counter told me that BORN IN DETROIT was quite nice. I had no reason to doubt the guy and told him that I’d take three. Infused anything certainly speeds up the dance, so why not get dirty quick. It’s bound to happen at some point. The packaging was fun, eye catching, and striking. Everything you’d want from a product trying to jump out at the customer I suppose. It’s smart and packaging is the first introduction…to dispo purchases. If the product looks wack, most people are going to skim over it unless the price is right. Items done right will sell faster and more often.
Experience:
Look, I know that there are only twenty real ways to describe a pot experience. We’ve all read the verbal linguistic judo karate moves that hundreds if not thousands of reviewers have deployed in the past to describe whatever product needs the promotion. You know what I mean. Everything is the best, fucking aroma is golden roses, the buds are firm like a nice set of melons, the frosty appearance of the trichomes, the perfectly dried buds, blah blah blah. Fuck it. Yes, some times that can be the case, but a strain isn’t worth the word assigned to it because most of the differences will be in how the flower was produced. Calling something Pineapple Express is easy because the clone or seed said so, but a good weed head knows that the grower is more important than the colorful shit mouth descriptions so easily fired off by college kids looking for a cool job. Am I immune from these outbursts? No. Sometimes conditions matter, mindset, whatever. There have been days where the weed was the best in the world and then there have been days where the best smoke fucking sucks. That’s the human experience I guess. Who am I to try and stop or re-define it. Humans do what they do. I get it.
The no bullshit routine goes something like this. I opened the glass tube and screw off top. There was a foil seal, which I was happy to see because it keeps things the way they out to be. I used to work in Hazel Park at Trucenta (booming weed company in HP) and I know how big of a pain in the ass this type of packaging can be. But it does make the whole process feel more legit. I’d rather have it than not. Like any joint that isn’t soaking wet, it lit up pretty easy with a lighter. The smoke appeared to be fine and it tasted pleasant. About half way through the joint, the volume in the room was turned down and I suddenly didn’t mind sitting still. I stopped thinking about thinking and it was in that moment that I realized this product was a keeper. I could have used the fancy words but good shit doesn’t need anything else. Kind of like a good restaurant doesn’t need to run cheesy commercials to get people to fill the seats. Dope shit brings the crowds, commercials bring the idiots.
Final Summation:
BORN IN DETROIT was a nice afternoon add on to my regimented schedule. I enjoyed the time spent with the green lord and had no complaints, other than I wish I had brought 6 instead of 3. The price was easy too, I’m not one hundred but I believe these little bombs were like $13 bucks. The cost of a sixer of tall boys and a burger…not bad. I will buy these again. Plus, with the amount of time I’m spending with the music of Detroit, it’s a no brainer. When in Rome, be a fucking Roman. That’s about the best advice I can give. I guess the bottom line is that if you live in Flint Town or the 810 at large, they got some good things breaking out at the Barn. Go check it out. And for the record because I know there will always be one cat that says “yeah right, sounds like a paid commercial” I think it’s worth mentioning that I don’t do reviews that I didn’t dream up all on my own. I wish the Barn slide me a few bones for the kind words but it’s not needed. This is just a consumer report for people that might care. When there are no strings attached, the closest thing to the truth always emerges cleanly.
Product Description: THE HASHBONE (premium flower bubble hash infused)
Delhi Hash (Hybrid)
THC: 44.66%
CBD: .0017%
Form: Pre-Rolls with three per pack
This was another purchase made when I was feeling a bit fancy. These were roughly twenty-five bucks or so and contained three pre-rolls infused with Bubble Hash. I’ve always been a fan of Hash and who isn’t? It’s hard not to get behind a good guy. The word alone lets the consumer know that they are going somewhere soon. Few words can brighten up a room like a true eight ball of hash (size not weight). I guess if you don’t play pool then perhaps a Hash baseball could help you visual it. Either way, good H-A-S-H is the precursor to smiles and laughter.
Experience:
I shall spare you from the fun descriptions and “too good to be true” analysis. We are strictly business today. After opening the glass tube, which housed three little firebombs. I fired one up and hoped for the best. As I guessed, the ride was nice. I was stoned and got extremely hungry. I had a great time doing nothing and for most of us, that’s all there is. The shit won’t bite. Go out and get some. I would buy this again and having three in the tube really put my mind at ease. Another great weapon against boredom and the standard.
Product Description: CHOICE THC Gummies
Flavor: Cherry
Dosage: 100mg of THC in ten-piece bag
Packaging: Nice and eye catching
I don’t always have time to mess with the gummies and edibles. Sometimes it’s a hit and run for flower…and that’s all. So I was in a hurry, needing to be a little further down the road than I was, I hit the Barn (Burton) and laid my money down. As I was wrapping up my purchases, I found myself with a few bucks left over. I pocketed the money briefly but decided to hell with it and pulled the bills back out. The bills were paid, the pantry was full, and there was two weeks worth of meat in the freezer. I was going for it. “Give me a few packs of your finest edibles or gummies my good man” I said with the nobility of an Englishman. The guy asked me if I could be more specific and I replied “I got about twenty bucks, I’m looking for a deal or directions”. The budtender was cool and talked about one of the displayed packages behind the counter. The staff is always freindly and helpful at The Barn. I just thought I’d put it out there. When I’m fragile, they always seem to know how to not push too hard, when I’m looking for bantar and a laugh, the staff is there for that vibe too. I’ve never felt misunderstood there if that makes any sense. These cats can see me.
So he suggests a deal which was four packs of gummies for $20 dollars, which if you brought all four, got a fifth pouch for free. It sounded legit and even if they weren’t great, I had five packs of the bastards to get something going. For twenty bucks, I was in like Flynn.
Experience:
The packaging was colorful and lively. Almost like a modern piece of art, with colors exploding everywhere. If I stared long enough it started to look like some kind of Cosmic Milky Way. The logo looked like a cool pine tree or an interesting drop of water. Either way, the package felt good in my paws. This was a great example of thoughtful packaging. So there I was, tearing into the top and taking a big whiff, kind of like the wine heads do before drinking something heavy or expensive. I always thought it looked cool even though wine never appealed to me. Today, when I open a nice bag or gummy pouch…I take a big drag with my sniffer and act like I know what I’m doing. A thoughtful head nod, a second big whiff, a chin grab coupled with a “yes, yes”…that’s me. I own it. Fuck it.
The Choice gummies were lightly powdered with sugar and tasted like trouble. Trouble, like they tasted so good that I was eating them for the flavor and partially forgetting each one offered its own set of consequences. I was an instant fan. We’ve all had edibles especially in the early medical days, that tasted…well…like shit. I’m glad that the amateurs and thrill seekers have drifted on and left the craft work to the professionals. I’m sure your hippie Aunt Betty Sue can make a bad ass weed brownie. But for me, when I can afford it, I’m buying store brought. I guess you hit a certain age and some shit can no longer be compromised at least when life/death is not on the line. Here I sit. I love homegrown but it’s got to be done right. Sometimes people that don’t know the difference can make things cloudy (it means what it means metaphorically).
Final Summation:
I was won over. So much so that I wrote the company and told them how much I enjoyed their product. One of the main cats over there wrote me back a few hours later and thanked me for the feedback. Guess what people? This company, providing this quality product and customer service, will be around for a long time. Nothing beats respect and anyone trafficking in anything else will be let down eventually. Being nice is free, so what’s the hang up? But I digress. This product was great and I’ve made several purchases since the initial bang. If you’re in the 810, slide by The Barn and pick that shit up.
Well, there you have it. The latest ROX-TV weed review is in the can. Keep checking back because the staff loves flower and we will be bringing the readers the very latest from the streets and dispos. Catch you on the flipside.
Signing Off,
Mike Shepard
Editor
ROX-TV Website
