This is the second strain I am trying from Maven Genetics, having sampled their French Laundry a week or so ago.
I had thought that Agape was the name of one of the Greek muses but I was wrong. Turns out it is the name for the love of god, and is considered the highest form of love in scripture.
Voodoo nonsense aside, this is good grass. It has a decidedly indica kind of feel, by which I mean it is fairly cognitively interrupting and inspires me to do very little. I am really inspired – it just leads me to beanbags and video games.
As notable as the strength of this bud is its smell; very strong hints of diesel and pine which also translate into a very distinct taste when smoked. It’s got some interesting coloring too; lots of deep purple and bright greens. It very much appears as a hybrid, along with being one.
The buds are a little hard but they do grind up okay. Not nearly as fluffy as some the greener, cirtus-y stuff that is sitting next to it on the shelf.
In the sixties, there were two acid camps – Ken Kesey’s and Timothy Leary’s. Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters were quintessentially Californian; they were free and naked and pretty and they laughed and were looking for the ultimate good trip. Leary’s gang, in contrast, were looking inward and on more of a solo trip, looking for themselves on the inside of their minds. As a result, they did not throw parties as good as the pranksters. This weed would be favored by Leary’s guys. It makes you want to sit and be contemplative about stuff. Which is nice, but not always what I am looking for weed to do for me; I can get there on my own. What I need help with is getting out of my mind and into the world. And as such I would have endeavored to be a Prankster if given the choice.