yea what fishy said
and Happy Munchday to you Jandre
and Happy Munchday to you Jandre
Jandre2k3's Cardboard Flower Box - Test 4: ScrOG
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Happy Tokesday Jandre
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Side A: harvested, hung, dried, trimmed, and in for the cure.
Green Kush Bunnies - GKB
Germ'd on: 3/5/13
Veg Growth started: 3/19/13
Started Flowering: 6/28/13
Side B Harvested: 8/26/13 - 59 days - Amber ~08%
Side A Harvested: 9/01/13 - 66 days - Amber ~45%
Target Date: 9/28/13
Difference: -27 days (early)
Side A Total Days seed-to-weed: 173 for ScrOG
Side A Total Days seed-to-weed: 180 for ScrOG
Smoke yield TOTAL: 5.6oz in 2x4 screen
Trim for hash TOTAL: 30g
That will yield about 3g Grade "A"(76micron), and maybe 4g Grade "B"(110 micron). Will post hard totals later.
I was looking for the best amber percentage for this strain. Looking for knock-out effect, and headache meds for my migraines. Will have smoke report for both later. Will have micro shots for Side A later.
PICS!
(CLICK THE IMAGES FOR FULL SIZE)
Trim for HASH! in a 1Gal Ice Cream bucket.
Green Kush Bunnies - GKB
Germ'd on: 3/5/13
Veg Growth started: 3/19/13
Started Flowering: 6/28/13
Side B Harvested: 8/26/13 - 59 days - Amber ~08%
Side A Harvested: 9/01/13 - 66 days - Amber ~45%
Target Date: 9/28/13
Difference: -27 days (early)
Side A Total Days seed-to-weed: 173 for ScrOG
Side A Total Days seed-to-weed: 180 for ScrOG
Smoke yield TOTAL: 5.6oz in 2x4 screen
Trim for hash TOTAL: 30g
That will yield about 3g Grade "A"(76micron), and maybe 4g Grade "B"(110 micron). Will post hard totals later.
I was looking for the best amber percentage for this strain. Looking for knock-out effect, and headache meds for my migraines. Will have smoke report for both later. Will have micro shots for Side A later.
PICS!
(CLICK THE IMAGES FOR FULL SIZE)
Trim for HASH! in a 1Gal Ice Cream bucket.
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SIDE A:
Nug Closeups/Microscope . . .
Nug Closeups/Microscope . . .
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heheh! Mabon approaches, and I have dried herbs to burn, fresh from the second harvest! I'm so happy I could cry.
On that night, we will have a waning full moon, too! sigh... things are finally going my way, for once...
On that night, we will have a waning full moon, too! sigh... things are finally going my way, for once...
BudTester420
New Member
Hey Jandre I was wondering if you could stop by and help with a issue I'm having, I would love your input. Thanks. BlazinThat - Soil - Woody Harrelson Kush - 2013
Happy Weednesday Jandre
Wonderful pics of the copious trichomes
I hope things continue to go your way for many years to come buddy.
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Happy Weednesday Jandre
Wonderful pics of the copious trichomes
I hope things continue to go your way for many years to come buddy.
Thanks! I really like the amount of triches on these.
I can only hope for my way up to the final quarter moon... Then, I'm afraid, I have no clue what will happen, but with my luck, it might not be good... I just have to think good thoughts, and be prepared for whatever comes.
That is all we all can do brother
Happy Weednsday Jandre
BigIrishDoode
Fallen Cannabis Warrior
lovely pics my purple brother, have you seen my new purple urkle? shes a beaut and so purple!
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HELLO!! MY PURPLE BROTHER!! thanks for the rep, and for the kudos! new purple urkle? I'll have to check that out!
very nice jandre,
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Chronic Weekend to you Jandre
BigIrishDoode
Fallen Cannabis Warrior
i knew you had to see that one j i know my lust of the purple is only matched by you! well maybe lol
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Okay, so smoke report:
dayumm...
I remember the original Green Fluffy Bunnies being a bit "cleaner" in taste, but that is the only plus side to the pure GFB vs. the GFB x jandre Kush. Allow me to elaborate. This harvest came out so well, that I will now always flower 1 a week longer than another in the box, just to have a comparison of the two. I actually got a REALLY good daytime, on-the-go, get things done headache remedy, that is nice and clear-headed, but knocks pain on its ass. Second, and probably most important, there is ZERO cough... I mean that. It is so smooth, and rich in flavor, and blue/white smoke, I had to check to make sure it wasn't a spliff. And when I vape, it's all flavor and no burn, or irritation at all. And HOLY CARP does it work for nausea!
((Setting the stage))For those that have never experienced the joy of a migraine, I'll fill you in a bit. I woke up last weekend with a whopper... One that woke me up not because of the pain first, but because it felt as though I was on a bed in the clothes dryer. After praying to the porcelain god for a while, I less than gracefully pirouetted into the living room for my vape **MAGIC FLIGHT LAUNCH BOX FOR THE WINN!!** (ahem...sorry) at least it felt as though I was pirouetting. It was more like step-step, bang into a wall, groan, step, steady myself, elbow to the wall, step-step, gag, step, wretch, step, flop onto the couch only to instantly regret having flopped.
"Sit up and put your head between your knees and breathe," I loll inside my head.
I mind myself and do as I'm told for a while... Then the pain hits.
I want you to do something for me, dear reader. I want you to have someone read this to you while you close your eyes and relax... ready? Okay, imagine a pile driver for a second. That slow, rhythmic, deep *THUMP*. Over and over it goes, *THUMP*______*THUMP*_____*THUMP* about 1 a second. Now imagine that pile driver as a huge piezoelectric generator, and each time it thumps, lights go on and sparks arc through your brain. Now open your eyes (figuratively speaking because you're supposed to be imagining this), and you see an old TV screen that was made before the DTV switch. It gets no channels now, and is just the "snow". Not the whole TV, mind you... just the screen... Now turn the contrast all the way down, and the brightness all the way up. And now imagine that you're about 1.5" away from the glass and everywhere you turn your head, the glass moves with you while you try desperately to see the world around you. As you turn, your eyes are stabbed with white hot daggers. Reeling from the pain now spreading through your skull so thick it feels as though it could drip out your ears, you realize that you only just looked at the 30w bulb in the lamp on the end table. You close your eyes in reaction, but that gives you no relief because just as you do, the couch you are sitting on gets tossed into a washing machine on the spin cycle, pushing the contents of your gut up into the back of your throat. Paralyzed with pain you understand that you need to open your eyes to let your brain see that you're really NOT in high seas in a dinghy and to tell it that you really would like to keep the floor clean. So, shielding your eyes from what in normal circumstances is a really dim bulb, you gently crack your eyes and try to focus on the most immediate horizontal or vertical object. This calms your panic stricken brain into not hitting the eject button on your stomach, and you get a stay of towel duty for the time being. The "snow" is still there, but a little dimmer, so you decide it's safe enough to ambulate around to try to find your medical supplies, you can see things clearly enough to make out objects so everything should be fine. WRONG!! As soon as you stand up the pile driver's piston malfunctions and is now sending the "head" down into its target, full force-
*WHAM, WHAM, WHAM!!* Each time sending bolts of lightning through your brain, and exiting anywhere it can around your face and head. Groaning you try as hard as you can to walk, but every step's impact on the floor magnifies the pain in your head, and now you think you can actually HEAR the lightning throbbing in your head. Every laborious move you make, compounds the problem as you bend to collect your equipment, turn your head to open your stash box, and you're sure that liquid hot magma is now coalescing in your cranial cavity. You thoughtfully leave the box open because now, even the sound of THAT closing would literally bring tears to your eyes, if they're still dry at this point. Striking the lighter is the single most awful and wonderful sound on earth at this point, and is the singular reason I now vape with a migraine... Take a toke... breathe deep knowing some relief is only minutes away...
and now...
COUGH! HACK! COUGH-cough-cough-cough-cough....
This is how I woke up last weekend. Only, when I breathed in the life giving herb of the Mother, I did not even feel a tickle, nor a scratch, nor a burn. Only the sweet earthy flavor that I've come to know as a miracle treatment. I held my breath until I actually needed to breathe again, and on exhale tasted nothing. I absorbed it all. Satisfied, I turned off the fucking light, and sat in the dark, waiting for the loving arms of my Mother to hold me, comfort me, and make me feel all better.
"Mom...?" I murmur as the nausea begins to subside, "thank you."
I lie in her arms, and she kisses away my tears, and strokes my hair, and chases away the pain, and the auras, until I fall asleep in her lap. Peaceful again at last.
Okay, disclaimer: I do not live with my mother. When I speak of "The Mother" I am speaking of the force, the entity, the intangible(for some) energy that drives everything in life on earth. That is what I revere above all else, and will until I am returned to Her to complete my cycle. I came originally from the soil in the form of plants that fed the animals my biological mother consumed, and that I consume today. I will eventually feed the grass, and my energy will rejoin the flow. That's the way of things in my world.
dayumm...
I remember the original Green Fluffy Bunnies being a bit "cleaner" in taste, but that is the only plus side to the pure GFB vs. the GFB x jandre Kush. Allow me to elaborate. This harvest came out so well, that I will now always flower 1 a week longer than another in the box, just to have a comparison of the two. I actually got a REALLY good daytime, on-the-go, get things done headache remedy, that is nice and clear-headed, but knocks pain on its ass. Second, and probably most important, there is ZERO cough... I mean that. It is so smooth, and rich in flavor, and blue/white smoke, I had to check to make sure it wasn't a spliff. And when I vape, it's all flavor and no burn, or irritation at all. And HOLY CARP does it work for nausea!
((Setting the stage))For those that have never experienced the joy of a migraine, I'll fill you in a bit. I woke up last weekend with a whopper... One that woke me up not because of the pain first, but because it felt as though I was on a bed in the clothes dryer. After praying to the porcelain god for a while, I less than gracefully pirouetted into the living room for my vape **MAGIC FLIGHT LAUNCH BOX FOR THE WINN!!** (ahem...sorry) at least it felt as though I was pirouetting. It was more like step-step, bang into a wall, groan, step, steady myself, elbow to the wall, step-step, gag, step, wretch, step, flop onto the couch only to instantly regret having flopped.
"Sit up and put your head between your knees and breathe," I loll inside my head.
I mind myself and do as I'm told for a while... Then the pain hits.
I want you to do something for me, dear reader. I want you to have someone read this to you while you close your eyes and relax... ready? Okay, imagine a pile driver for a second. That slow, rhythmic, deep *THUMP*. Over and over it goes, *THUMP*______*THUMP*_____*THUMP* about 1 a second. Now imagine that pile driver as a huge piezoelectric generator, and each time it thumps, lights go on and sparks arc through your brain. Now open your eyes (figuratively speaking because you're supposed to be imagining this), and you see an old TV screen that was made before the DTV switch. It gets no channels now, and is just the "snow". Not the whole TV, mind you... just the screen... Now turn the contrast all the way down, and the brightness all the way up. And now imagine that you're about 1.5" away from the glass and everywhere you turn your head, the glass moves with you while you try desperately to see the world around you. As you turn, your eyes are stabbed with white hot daggers. Reeling from the pain now spreading through your skull so thick it feels as though it could drip out your ears, you realize that you only just looked at the 30w bulb in the lamp on the end table. You close your eyes in reaction, but that gives you no relief because just as you do, the couch you are sitting on gets tossed into a washing machine on the spin cycle, pushing the contents of your gut up into the back of your throat. Paralyzed with pain you understand that you need to open your eyes to let your brain see that you're really NOT in high seas in a dinghy and to tell it that you really would like to keep the floor clean. So, shielding your eyes from what in normal circumstances is a really dim bulb, you gently crack your eyes and try to focus on the most immediate horizontal or vertical object. This calms your panic stricken brain into not hitting the eject button on your stomach, and you get a stay of towel duty for the time being. The "snow" is still there, but a little dimmer, so you decide it's safe enough to ambulate around to try to find your medical supplies, you can see things clearly enough to make out objects so everything should be fine. WRONG!! As soon as you stand up the pile driver's piston malfunctions and is now sending the "head" down into its target, full force-
*WHAM, WHAM, WHAM!!* Each time sending bolts of lightning through your brain, and exiting anywhere it can around your face and head. Groaning you try as hard as you can to walk, but every step's impact on the floor magnifies the pain in your head, and now you think you can actually HEAR the lightning throbbing in your head. Every laborious move you make, compounds the problem as you bend to collect your equipment, turn your head to open your stash box, and you're sure that liquid hot magma is now coalescing in your cranial cavity. You thoughtfully leave the box open because now, even the sound of THAT closing would literally bring tears to your eyes, if they're still dry at this point. Striking the lighter is the single most awful and wonderful sound on earth at this point, and is the singular reason I now vape with a migraine... Take a toke... breathe deep knowing some relief is only minutes away...
and now...
COUGH! HACK! COUGH-cough-cough-cough-cough....
This is how I woke up last weekend. Only, when I breathed in the life giving herb of the Mother, I did not even feel a tickle, nor a scratch, nor a burn. Only the sweet earthy flavor that I've come to know as a miracle treatment. I held my breath until I actually needed to breathe again, and on exhale tasted nothing. I absorbed it all. Satisfied, I turned off the fucking light, and sat in the dark, waiting for the loving arms of my Mother to hold me, comfort me, and make me feel all better.
"Mom...?" I murmur as the nausea begins to subside, "thank you."
I lie in her arms, and she kisses away my tears, and strokes my hair, and chases away the pain, and the auras, until I fall asleep in her lap. Peaceful again at last.
Okay, disclaimer: I do not live with my mother. When I speak of "The Mother" I am speaking of the force, the entity, the intangible(for some) energy that drives everything in life on earth. That is what I revere above all else, and will until I am returned to Her to complete my cycle. I came originally from the soil in the form of plants that fed the animals my biological mother consumed, and that I consume today. I will eventually feed the grass, and my energy will rejoin the flow. That's the way of things in my world.
Happy Thurweed day Jandre
my mom suffers with real bad migrains so can sympathise with you to some extent, even the light makes it worse, its not a nice thing to suffer with.
BigIrishDoode
Fallen Cannabis Warrior
that my purple brother is one of the best and some brutally beautiful descriptions of a migraine ive ever heard, i dont suffer from them near as often but i know that experience all to well, mine is slightly different it starts with a pinpoint of light like the image stain in your vision after the sun glints off a car or glancing at a hps bulb, it ebbs outward in a crescent to one side a jiggly line like hologram lights or shiny bumper stickers, when the light leaves my prereferial vision , it slams into the opposite side of my skull like the scene from terminator 2 when the t1000 is slamming arnies head with that girder then the guts empty from both ends and i pray for death, untill i found 100% indica strains most will do but blue cheese and gdp seem the best, its been a long time but your recollection reminded me all to well and thank you for reminding me of the cure
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