I tried BuudaBomb Black and here's what happened...
Let me preface this by saying that I’m not a pothead. As a former-goodie-two-shoes (hello, strict Catholic upbringing), I believed all drugs were bad--even the run-of-the-mill ones that just made you feel good. Thankfully I grew out of that phase, but never really got into smoking weed because I have weak lungs (lol). I’d always end up dry heaving for what seemed like an eternity while also tearing up as if I’d just watched Viserion fall out of the sky, no thanks to that fucking White Walker. (If you don’t watch Game of Thrones, I feel sorry for you and I apologize.)
So when my boyfriend introduced me to BuudaBomb last year, I was more than impressed. No coughing, no weed breath and, best of all, the high was light. (I’d dabbled in weed brownies before, but I’d always end up getting too fucked up.) I usually take two gummies during each trip and that does the trick.
Jump ahead to 2019, and I was offered a chance to try out BuudaBomb’s newest venture, BuudaBomb Black. Just in case you don’t know, this version is way stronger. Each gummy has 25mg of THC, compared to the usual 10. I was extremely hesitant to give it a shot. I eventually succumbed to peer pressure and chewed down on the new watermelon-flavoured gummy and waited not-so-patiently for the high to hit. I’ll admit that the watermelon tasted great, but there was a lingering medicine-like aftertaste. (The BuudaBomb gang assure me that this kink will be sorted out by the time these gummies go to market.)
Forty-five minutes later, I was high as fuck. Holy shit. If I’d planned on functioning at all, that was out the window. Even getting up to pee was a drag. I legit stumbled, almost as if I was tipsy, on my way to the bathroom. That was new. I also stared off into space multiple times that night and distinctly remember coming to the “mind-blowing” conclusion that all actors were liars because their lives legitimately revolve around convincing us regular folk that they’re actual someone else. I felt pity for them because they were basically animals at a circus. Caged. Trapped. Forced to retreat to their massive mansions with floor-to-ceiling windows whenever they had a chance. Their sole purpose was to lie to us, entertain us and divulgue every intimate detail about their lives. No wonder the Sad Keanu [Reeves] meme was (and still is?) a thing.
After ruminating on that for a while, I noticed there were other people around me. Oh, right...everyone else had taken a gummy too. There was a conversation going on and I wanted in. I have no idea where it stemmed from, or who even started it, but the discussion revolved around how epic movie trailers used to be and how it’s a lost art form. We went down a deep, deep rabbit hole of YouTubing random trailers and eventually settled on one producer: James Cameron. Terminator. Titanic. Aliens. Avatar. This guy had done it all. Created movies--we’d moved on from trailers by now--so amazing, they’ve withstood the test of time. Titanic came out 22 years ago. Avatar? This 3D masterpiece is 10 years old. We might’ve discussed the brilliance of Cameron for an hour or five. I really don’t remember. I’m also drawing a blank as to what happened in between Avatar-talk and me passed out in my bed and waking up with an ever-so-slight weed-hangover.
Honestly, this high was exciting and mind-blowing and stimulating, but would I replace my two regular gummies for a BuudaBomb Black during my regular scheduled programming? Hell no. I’m gonna reserve this high for nights at the cottage or the rare weekend where I have nothing to do. There is just no way I’d be able to function and do the things that need to get done with this new gummy.
I know my limit and that’s okay. I did end up watching Avatar a few weeks later (sober) and it was just as I’d remembered while high. Amazing. Revolutionary. Outstanding.