CAM is always looking for fun new strains to try out but sometimes we get so many requests for our greatest hits that we bring them back out of the vault like one of those Disney VHS in those oversized clamshell cases.

This post is dedicated to Bubba’s Girl. A vision of 1998 Bubba Kush and Girl Scout Cookies that makes you feel like a character in Half Baked. If you’re heading to watch a movie in the theater, the drive-in, or even just on the couch, Bubba’s Girl is the perfect date.

Bubba’s Girl (’98 Bubba Kush x Girl Scout Cookies)

A combination of old-school ’98 Bubba and GSC, the family resemblance on this strain will transport you to an era of hacky sacks and YOLO hats. These flowers are almost white from all the trichomes, turning vibrant greens ashy and bright orange hairs into creamy sherbet. This dull sheen acts like a million tiny velcro teeth on your fingers, leaving them covered in what looks like a fine layer of dust. 

This weed will have you paging your friends for more. The nugs give off a plastic & new electronics smell that’s missing the harsher, more acetone edge of many similar strains. When you squeeze, your hands come away smelling like a gas station, but underneath, you’ll pick up the scent of orange peel that, together, has the creaminess of a push-pop.

At first, the dry inhale is best described as an airline cookie dipped in a cup of gasoline. After you light it up, that first moment has hints of lobster butter as the whole thing goes hypercolor. Suddenly, the taste is a first-class blending of GSC’s fruitiness with the earthiness of Bubba, giving you a dense flavor that sinks straight to the bottom of your mouth. 

Smoking Bubba’s Girl is like those scenes where a jet pilot is being chased, then suddenly hits the brakes. You can almost hear that moment where the world starts to rush past at a different pace. Leaving you in a lag from everything else but still very aware. With such a fast onset, you will want to ensure your seatbelt is securely fastened and all items properly stowed before lighting up. 

 

WRITTEN BY MATT JACKSON