This is a love letter to the infamous Chemdawg cannabis strain, celebrated in a stream of consciousness.
Euphoric peace and nostalgia flash over me in the middle of a conversation with a close friend. The annoyances of the day disappear. Self-created problems are abruptly no more. The overcast that lingered in my head throughout the day parts and the setting-sun eases me into the evening. Losing track of the conversation, I’m sliding deep into relaxation when another feeling comes to my attention––nostalgia, a sense of good days well spent.
Suddenly, I see my past love across the room. Our eyes meet and fill with excitement. We reconnect talking about the great times and joyously revel in our spontaneous reunion. Our night is just beginning, and we are going to let it flow as it may. This flood of the senses begins only a quarter of the way through the blunt.
Hearing what sounds like the teacher in a Peanuts cartoon, I close my eyes and dance. Swaying with relaxation, euphoria, and creativity, I’m remembering the first time I ever smoked Chemdawg. Suddenly, the music playing in the background catches my attention. I hear every instrument in the song, from the bass to the shaker used in the percussion. This is a familiar song, yet I’m hearing the shaker for the first time. Wallowing in the music, I softly hum a melody as if I am another instrument in the composition. As I hum louder, my friend who no longer sounds like a cartoon says, “Can you believe that?” Kicking me out of my performance like I’m waking up from a dream in the movie Inception, I am quickly aware that I have no idea what my friend is talking about. I abandoned the conversation long ago. So, there was only one thing to say, “Sorry man, I didn’t hear a word you said. Chemdawg took me places.”
Chemdawg Cannabis Strain
The strain fueling the experience described above is the legendary Chemdawg which may also be spelled Chemdog depending on who you talk to. It is one of the first strains I ever smoked. It is pungent, flavorful, and packs one hell of a punch. The attributes of this strain have spawned many of the stereotypes given to the typical smell and taste of cannabis. It is the progenitor of countless well-known strains including Sour Diesel and OG Kush. Even with its lineage and status in the cannabis industry, its true origins remain a mystery.
Many U.S. breeders believe Chemdawg to be a cross of Thai and Nepalese sativa landrace strains. Other’s trace its discovery to a kind bud (kine bud, a movement for higher quality cannabis) seed exchange between two cannabis enthusiasts at a Grateful Dead concert in the ’90s, and still others swear it is an offshoot of a Colorado strain called Dog Bud. The true origin of the infamous Chemdawg strain may be lost in time, but that has not stopped it from becoming a staple in cannabis culture.
The effects of this hybrid hit quickly and with force. Not like a punch to the face, but more like taking off in a plane––fast, smooth, and headed for the sky. It’s like climbing into a hot bath at the end of the day. Stress melting without the couch-lock level of physical relaxation, it’s relief without sedation. The cerebral effects are euphoric and creative. A sense of happiness enters with relaxation almost instantly, leading to smiles and giggles all around.
Chemdawg is a great strain for the late afternoon or a social gathering. It’s a strain that sets the kind of mood where conversations flow, problems are forgotten, and laughs are abundant. With these powerful cerebral effects, Chemdawg also has a reputation as a strain that effectively relieves symptoms for medical marijuana patients suffering from conditions like anxiety, stress, and post-traumatic-stress-disorder (PTSD).