Missoula is a very earthy strain that lives up to its name by getting you sky high.
When I think of Missoula, I think of Montana. Coincidentally, Missoula, Montana is fairly progressive with marijuana laws. The difference between Missoula, the weed, and Missoula, Montana is that the city doesn’t get you cripplingly stoned. So in my opinion, Missoula the weed is better.
When I first picked up Missoula I thought it looked funky but not special. When I first smoked Missoula I got woodsy overtones, a musky, outdoor essence with an over all acceptable play on the palate. But, I was disappointed! I took a few hits and was like “what THE fuck?!” Then I started yelling at Missoula (I tend to anthropomorphise my weed). I simply wasn’t stoned after a few hits of some shit that was supposed to be super chronic. So I went and sat down at my computer and started to write a scathing review of what I was going to call “Satan’s spooge.” As I began typing I looked at the keyboard and none of the keys were in the right place. It went from QWERTY to ANFKTV. Then I looked up at my clock and the time said 39:368. Gaw damn, I was high as an Obama deficit. Which I guess is pretty fucking high.
Needless to say, my scathing review had to be scratched because I was too fucking high to open a bottle of water much less type. That brings me to where I am now. Four hours later I have managed to do nothing more than refresh Twitter 800 times and look at 45 minutes of porn.
Gotta get some Missoula and let it creep.