New England Craft Cannabis Alliance
The promise of these events are festive, weird, and can seem almost fictitious at times; The High Bazaar can bring a smile to anyone’s face. It appeals to all of our senses and feelings of nostalgic memory. The smells of fine herb, the flavor of tasty treats, the sounds of laughter and music, with the sensations of joy that manage to caress the soul… It may have you thinking of simpler times or it might have you thinking you’re at the market on Tatooine.
But it’s even more than that… It’s a cacophony of thought and innovation. Science meets sorcery (some of you people are god damn magicians) and it all gets wrapped up in horticulture, art, and music with culinary delights sprinkled all over the top. People constantly talking and sharing ideas on doing new things or evolving old thoughts. Extraction, concentration, agronomy, gastronomy, and tech meet on the common ground of the antique. There are times where one will stand out and others when they all dance together. It’s a real freak-show with a great set of legs…
I was wide eyed and bushy tailed as The High Bazaar unraveled and set up for the day. The magnates set up their exhibits and The High Bazaar began to come to life. Always exciting. The tents were set up into passage ways and avenues for onlookers to wander and take in all of the delights that were on display. There’s always plenty to see and always something new.
Today was going to be a day of edible pleasures. I wanted to try all the wonderful favors that are out there to cover my palate with infused wonders. I think I’m…
Okay you got me. First one of the day. First person, first dab, first buzz. Let’s do this. The rig was hot and ready to go. I went with the Berry Pie. It was truly very berry, so berry it was scary. It was like every berry you could get off of a mountain and made it into a concentrate that fits on the end of a dab spoon. That’s what it tasted like. It’s all about the flavor today.
Here… Drink this. I was handed a beverage.
Kalo’. It’s an infused seltzer. 1000mg of CBD per can, this one was Strawberry Watermelon. It was handed off icy cold, the can wet with perspiration. It was almost like it was being handed to me straight out of a TV commercial. I was waiting for a dog to show up on a surfboard being followed by women in bikinis. Here, that wouldn’t surprise me. But the beverage was actually quite tasty. I kept the commercial feel going and violently cracked open the can and seltzer lightly sprayed through the air. (Try to make that image move in slow motion in your mind) As I brought the can closer to my face the air became filled with the aromas of watermelons and strawberries, it was quite pleasant. It had a flavor to match. It wasn’t an over powering fruit flavor just a strong aftertaste. Nothing tasted earthy AT ALL. Nothing but fruity delight. Very enjoyable and goes for $5 a can; you’d spend more on a Monster and you know this…
Oh look… A Gummy Bear the size of a 2 liter. 🤔 Nope. Moving along. Oh, aren’t you just a cute little lollipop triple dipped in psycho? I’ll take 2 please. Of course I’d love to try your brownie sample. Those fruity pebble treats are delightful. Sure I’ll have a cookie. “Fyre! Your peach rings gave me an out of body experience 20 minutes ago and thank you for the coffee cupcake thingy.” I was saving that for…
And there it was. A holy grail of sorts… It was something I had been waiting for, especially since The High Bazaar moved to mornings. Someone was going to do it; someone had to do it. You light up my life. Coffee. Infused Coffee. Joy to the world. These are a few of my favorite things. Coffee and Cannabis together in harmony. Is that a Dabbin-Dad sticker on that banner?
I Can’t Believe It’s Pot Coffee. Why is there no parade for this?!? Where’s the 21 gun salute? Where’s the festival? They have a very interesting approach, there is no infusion to the coffee itself; the infusion is within the condiments of the coffee. The cream and the sugar is where the the infusion lurks. Ultimately you can change the potency of your beverage based on how light and sweet you like your coffee. I had 2, iced and sweetened for an ant colony. My coffee cupcake thingy and this coffee made beautiful music together. They rode off into the sunset and lived happily ever after. I hope to see these guys again real soon.
“I’ll take a Jolly Roger. Why join the navy when you can be a pirate, right?” I was hit by 5 pirates.
I continued my way around to see if i could find some old faces, or even some new ones. I ate some sour worms and was handed an infused lemonade from High Tide Hash. For a little beverage, those tings really pack a punch and then they gave me a dab on top of it.
Then along came Dab Punk and his Gorilla Glue concentrate. This stuff was sticky icky. It looked like churned butter 🧈. He scooped out a glob and slapped it into his rig. The ooze boiled and bubbled with trouble. Super duper ooey gooey. The first inhale rushed over me like a staticky sedative. Super high in myrcene and you could taste it. Earthy and piney on the exhale 😮💨 leaving me in complete euphoria. Stoned to the bone. It made my eyes droop almost instantly. Well done sir.
I was starting to feel like I was melting. It wasn’t from the heat and it was fun. My appendages felt slightly heavier and everything was getting further and further way. The ride was slowing down and coming to an end, I had done myself in. It was time to…
“Okay, fire it up. Doughlato, Cookies and Cream, and Gelato please.”
WTF?!? That lizard is alive. I thought that they were fake and then the damn things moved. That’s not cool to lay on someone with a head full of edibles. You could have scared me straight. Then what? I’d have to start all over again. Oh look, they have bunnies too. Yes I’ll pet you.
I took a seat for a minute, my legs were heavy. Then along came Paul. “Hey man, pick a flavor. Cookies and Creme, Vanilla, or Dulce De Leche.”
“Dulce De Leche.” I love caramel.
I was then handed a pint of infused Ice Cream from Wicked Treats. You scream, I scream, we all scream for ice cream!!!! It was almost impossible to eat it and not be surprised and impressed by the infused, rich, caramelized wonder that these folks had flawlessly blended together. It filled me with happiness with just a single scoop. Of course I ate the whole thing, it was both savory and flavorful. Packed a punch too. Thank you Wicked Treats.
“LAST CALL!!! FREE DABS!!!”
“Okay… One last round. Can you bring it over here though? It’s so far away….”
Then the day started to come to a close and the people were packing it in to head for home. As I sat there and watched it roll away I couldn’t help but to reflect on the day. I was also reflecting on the day because I couldn’t move, I had lost all motor function. The High Bazaar is forever morphing, but it’s starting to get its anchors too. Dabbin-Dad, Just Buddz, Badd Girl Buddz, SweetTiva, High Tide Hash, I Can’t Believe It’s Pot Coffee, Art n’ Soul, Dab Punk, One Hit One Da, Better Ways (If I forgot anybody, sorry.) The first to come and the last to go. All becoming permanent fixtures at The High Bazaar and creating its own community of ingenuity and creativity. It all keeps growing, cultivating, and evolving.
What’s next? Who knows? Who cares? I’ll say this much though, “It’s weird, it’s beautiful, and it has the highest of integrities.”
When I got home I took the best 16hr nap of my life.