I try a lot of cannabis edibles. It’s my preferred format for the predictability, easy dosing, and because I love a little treat. Don’t get me wrong, nothing beats a perfectly rolled joint, but there’s something inherently more enjoyable to me in having edibles in my rotation. A good edible should taste delicious (why would… Keep Reading
It’s difficult to admit this—especially to the readers of High Times—but for most of my life, I flat-out hated the hippies. That’s curious, considering I grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area and, for a quarter of a century, have lived just three blocks from Golden Gate Park—ground zero for the very counterculture I… Keep Reading
Woodstock is one of those words that still carries heat. It’s the 1969 festival mythos, the long shadow it cast over American counterculture, and the way cannabis quietly threaded through that era’s music, politics, and refusal to play along. It’s also a real place—Woodstock, New York—where the vibe isn’t a slogan so much as a… Keep Reading
