There I was, trolling events. Here… There… Everywhere.
I was looking for something magnificent, something colossal. I wanted pure roaring diesel. The need for an eruption was in order. Urges for an extreme face melt were real, I wanted to see it on the floor. Lollapalooza! The Bees Knees! The Cat’s Meow! Wait a minute… The Cat’s Meow? Wuzzat!?!
Cute table with kitties and a kind array of goodies to behold. Suckers, gummies, vapes, flower, and dabs… Oh my. Where to begin? I’ve always been a big fan of combustibles, so I decided just to stay in my lane. So I grab some flower and some dabs.
The flower I got was totally awesome. In fact it was so awesome but I didn’t write down the names and forgot what they were called. Now that’s fire. That stuff was The Cat’s Meow. Do you see what I did there? But everything changed with the concentrates. First there was The Attack of The Red Congo then The ATF Invasion. Nothing has been the same since.
The attack of The Red Congo. This is generally a high THC flower, but as a concentrate it’s a force that can’t be reasoned with. This sativa dominant power goo (rosin) was a major slap in the face, but in a good way. After 3 dabs of spicy/nutty goodness (I could taste the Myrcene) I was baked as hell and WIDE AWAKE. Is this hippy crack? Almost a floaty euphoric sensation but energetic, I was as focused as an eagle. Sharp as a tack. Then I found myself cleaning the house for the next 3 hours and getting dinner ready. Damn You Red Congo!!!
Then The ATF invasion happened. No, not the Alcohol Tobacco and Firearms guys… Alaskan Thunder Fuck, crumble. It smelled a bit nutty and chocolatey, but it tasted like lemons 🍋. Almost a little sour. Cool. Weird, but cool. Completely smooth with a really great flavor. Sure, I would love another and another and another. Hey how come I don’t feel anything? Let’s rip another 2 or 3. Oh jeez… It’s a creeper. POW! 💥 CAUTION! OFFICIAL CREEPER! That’s so awesome. However, this is not your typical sativa. I didn’t have that get up and go, in fact I felt pretty chill. But I was still feeling pretty focused and was feeling a little more on the creative side. I felt more like I was stung by a muse. I wanted to paint a picture or write a book… Maybe a poem. Or, this article.
So if you happen to be out at any of the events and come across The Cat’s Meow, this is definitely the table to hit people. Here’s a link to her Instagram, hit her up. 🔥