In this chaotic episode of Highly Recommended, Leah G. reviews Alien Rock Candy, an indica-dominant hybrid from Legacy Cannabis in Minneapolis, describing its unique gummy worm and mint aroma and relaxing effects. She also shares a tale of her cat Bartholomew's passive-aggressive rejection of a gourmet treat and rants about the linguistic plague of "No worries."

Key Highlights:

• Leah G. details her experience with Alien Rock Candy, an indica-dominant hybrid from Legacy Cannabis in Minneapolis, noting its happy, floaty effects.

• She describes the strain's unique aroma as a mix of gummy worms and fresh mint, perfect for relaxation or light tasks.

• Leah recounts her cat Bartholomew's deliberate rejection of a gourmet charcuterie board in favor of dry kibble, leading to a humorous attempt to understand his perspective.

• Leah G. passionately expresses her pet peeve with the phrase "No worries," advocating for a return to "you're welcome" or "no problem."

Topics: Legacy Cannabis, Alien Rock Candy, indica-dominant hybrid, Minneapolis, Minnesota cannabis, cat stories, pet peeves, podcasting, relaxation, humor, MN Cannabis Hub, weed review

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TRANSCRIPT

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Hey, what's up, you're listening to "Highly Recommended" with me, Leah G. So, my week. My week was… weird. I had this dream that my cat, Bartholomew, could suddenly do my taxes. And honestly, the scariest part was that I was, like, relieved. I was like, "Oh, thank god, Bartholomew, I have so many questions about quarterly estimates." Then I woke up and he was just licking his own shoulder, so, back to square one on that. And of course, in the process of not doing my taxes, he managed to knock a full cup of cold brew directly onto my laptop. So I am recording this on a loaner from 2014 that sounds like a tiny airplane taking off. It’s fine. Everything is fine. This is the energy we're bringing into today's episode: the energy of a cat-induced financial and technological crisis. Which, honestly, is the perfect energy to talk about some truly excellent weed.

So, let's get into it. This week, I took a little trip over to Legacy Cannabis in Minneapolis—great spot, by the way—and I picked up something that just sounded like it was invented by a hyperactive space nerd, which is a vibe I can get behind. It's called Alien Rock Candy. First off, amazing name. It’s an indica-dominant hybrid, which is my sweet spot. Not gonna put you on the floor, but definitely gonna tell your shoulders to unclench for the first time since, I don't know, 2019? The effects are super interesting. It’s got this immediate happy, floaty feeling, but without the anxiety that can sometimes come with that initial rush. It’s like being lifted up by a very gentle, very stoned UFO. The smell is where it gets really fun. It’s not your typical pine or citrus. It smells like… and stay with me here… it smells like a bag of gummy worms that you accidentally dropped in a patch of fresh mint. It’s sweet, it's a little bit earthy, and it’s got this weird, sharp herbal thing going on that I am super into. This is a perfect strain for putting on a really long, atmospheric movie you've already seen a hundred times, or for finally organizing your junk drawer. You’ll get really into it for about twenty minutes, make a beautiful little home for your spare buttons, and then you'll get distracted and spend the next hour staring at the ceiling, thinking about… well, probably about alien rock candy. So, yeah. Alien Rock Candy from Legacy Cannabis. Highly, highly recommended.

Okay, so speaking of getting distracted, this strain led to a bit of a situation this week. So, Bartholomew, post-coffee-disaster, was being suspiciously sweet. You know, rubbing on my legs, doing that little chirpy meow thing. He’s usually more of a "stare at me from across the room like a tiny, furry gargoyle" kind of guy. So I’m feeling the Alien Rock Candy, I’m feeling relaxed, and I decide to make him a little gourmet treat. Like, a cat-safe charcuterie board. I’m talking a little pile of shredded salmon, a couple of those fancy dehydrated chicken hearts, the whole deal. I arrange it all on this tiny little plate I have. It’s adorable. I feel like the world's best cat mom. I present it to him, and he just… sniffs it. He looks at the beautiful, artisanal plate of food, then he looks at me, and then he deliberately walks over to his bowl of dry, boring kibble and starts crunching away. It was the most devastatingly passive-aggressive thing I have ever witnessed. I was genuinely hurt. So then, because I’m high, I decide the only logical thing to do is to try and understand why. I spent the next forty-five minutes on the floor, trying to see the world from his perspective. I'm smelling the kibble, I'm smelling the salmon, I'm trying to get on his level. My neighbor Carol walked by my window and saw me on all fours, sniffing a bowl of cat food, and I just sort of… waved? There was no explaining it. Bartholomew just sat there, watching me, with this look on his face like, "Yes, human. Grovel." The chaos is real.

Alright, you know what I need to get off my chest this week? It's the phrase "No worries." Oh, it drives me up a wall. Someone will ask you for a favor, a totally reasonable favor, and you do it, and they say "thank you," and you say, "No worries." Why? Why are we saying that? It implies that there was a potential for worry. It suggests that me passing you a napkin was a task fraught with potential peril that I heroically overcame. Like, were you concerned I was going to have a full-blown anxiety attack about whether I could complete the napkin hand-off? No! Of course not! Just say "you're welcome"! Or "no problem"! "No worries" is this weird, hollow, corporate-speak phrase that has infiltrated our daily lives and it minimizes the thank you! It’s like saying, "Don't worry your pretty little head, I managed to handle that incredibly simple task without spiraling." I want to bring back a hearty "You are most welcome!" or even just a simple "You got it." Anything but "No worries." It's a linguistic plague, and I, for one, will not stand for it any longer. End rant.

Alright, that is my time for this week. I'm already looking at a strain for the next episode that smells like it came from another dimension, so you've got that to look forward to. In the meantime, if you want the actual, serious, non-chaotic news about what's happening in the Minnesota cannabis scene, you should definitely be checking out the MN Cannabis Hub. They know what they're talking about. I'm just a girl with a cat and a microphone. This has been "Highly Recommended." I'm Leah G. Talk to you next week.

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