While I prefer reviewing quarter ounces of flower at a time over pre-rolls and while my selfish consumption of single-use plastic tubes reminds me how much of a piece of shit I am to earth, I DO on occasionally still do it.
I can’t help it. I’ve got 35 years of hyper-strength American consumerism wired into how my brain functions, and as such, I debase myself thus by hankering for a store-bought preroll.
Honestly, it’s the hardest excuse to swallow because it’s the saddest, but I usually buy my prerolls simply due to convenience. An impromptu weekend train trip up to Seattle, a two-week expedition ending in Denver, sometimes you just need a pre-roll in a pinch!
So, it’s 4th of July weekend, and you’re hanging out at the coast in one of the smaller towns just chillin and having a good vibe, but it’s almost 9 PM, and you don’t have any weed, so you hit up the local Nectar where, despite coming in 15 minutes to closing are still super talkative and helpful, and score a gram of none other than Trop Cherry [mofoin] Fritter baby!
Presented with way too many options on a menu printed way too small, I zeroed in on the Trop Cherry Fritter because I remember smelling this one in a jar fresh a little while back and have regretted not getting it ever since.
This is partly due to the fact that I’m a shameless slut for Tropicana Cookies and partly due to how Raw Genetics managed to take my halo strain to even further “hights,” and that prodigy was allowed to flourish in the nurturing hands at High Noon Cult made my purchase decision an uncharacteristically quick one.
Appearance & Smell: American Pie
Going to keep this section short because you don’t buy a pre-roll for the nose. Also, I accidentally deleted all my pics of this product because I forgot I’d written this review’s first draft already.
Sorry.
But back to the cone, which admittedly is like 3+ months after harvest, but that’s the only negative note about the whole experience, don’t worry.
After popping the top, the sheer olfactory ecstasy that Tropicana emits is instantly recognizable and unrelentingly seductive. This shit just BEGS you to light up.
Under the bright, refined sugary sweetness of the Trop is the Cherry Fritter, itself an amazing-sounding combination of Cherry Pie and Apple Fritter strains.
The effect is a very pleasant-sounding dream. A sunny 4th of July at Grandma’s. Healthy, freshly cut grass, wet from playing in the sprinkler. American fantasy land. A seductive fairy tale.
As far as plastic tube prerolls go, this was pretty exciting stuff and reaffirms that regret I’d held onto for so long since first taking a whiff of this months ago.
Sensation: Smooth Like Silk
This gram was split into two .5gram pre-rolls. One was consumed under moonlight on the beach in a bay of the mighty Pacific, and the other was consumed in my usual jaunt, the bathroom.
The high was at home in both settings. On the beach, it made the stars twinkle, and in the bathroom, it made my mirror look quite not as dirty as it did this morning.
The inhale is smooth as glass, with no coarseness or heat or scratchiness, which again, for an uh, “wise ole preroll” in a non-airtight container, is really something else.
Riding the high was a delight. It felt familiar, like prancing through peach-hued sunset clouds on a unicorn with a lollipop horn that you can suck or sit on, depending on whatever gives you the most pleasure.
I suspect comfortability, or the ability to function smoothly on any given particular strain, has something to do with the familiarity of specific terpene profiles, so who knows? Your mileage may vary, but from where I’m sitting right now, this was a great smoke.
Thus I will continue to hold onto that memory of this strain as long as I can until High Noon drops another batch; whenever that may be, I’ll be watching.
