Wedding Cake is an especially urgent strain with some mystery. To understand it, you should be up on Durban Poison, a loyal sativa that gets you going like an energy drink. Allegedly, Wedding Cake is a mix of Girl Scout Cookies (itself a quite sweet OG Kush and Durban Poison hybrid) and Cherry Pie (a giddy mix of Granddaddy Purple and Durban Poison), so it’s got a whole lot of Durban Poison in it. A noted budsman I know, however, says that’s all wrong and that Wedding Cake (a strain also sometimes called Pink Cookies) isn’t Girl Scout Cookies and Cherry Pie but a combination of Triangle Kush and Animal Mints. For what it’s worth, I obtained some Cherry Pie too to see what’s up and it did echo Wedding Cake—a high that comes on fast and pleasant and a little trippy and sticks around and has a kind of cheap-sherbert-from-the-grocery-store-that’s-in-those-big-tubs taste.
Whatever Wedding Cake may be, it is essentially a meandering maze of wonky weed hybrids, sweet cookie crosses, and word of mouth. Its appeal is its slipperiness. The high is gently psychedelic—so are the buds themselves, which are an explosive light green, almost fluorescent—and after smoking some, it looked like everything I was seeing was viewed through 1/1000 shutter speed, that high-definition swirl of porous detail you see when you watch action shots of a basketball game, a stuttering glossy hyper-reality, which would’ve been terrifying if Wedding Cake didn’t really squash anxiety and calm you down. You feel more like you’re a viewer than a participant in whatever it is that’s going on in front of you. There is also a kind of rough-hewn sweetness to it, a touch of that expected cookie taste, some taut pine and mint too.
A friend of mine swears by Wedding Cake. They say it helped them weather a recent shift from one depression medication to another amid the always tender jump from summer into fall into winter (and these days the emotionally devastating back-and-forths between the three because global warming). Plain and simple, it made them feel happy—which is rare for them, but more than that, it made them feel stable, sturdy. Meanwhile, the “professional” medications coursing around in their body added chaos and confusion; their mental and physical well-being felt up in the air, on the whims of some doctors trying some shit out to see what works. This is not to say medicine of the Big Pharma-pimped, heavily researched, and put into a pill sort is bad, just that well, it sometimes feels like it’s not enough. Wedding Cake sustained them and guided them through some rough patches and put a smile on their face.
I can really only imagine.
- Strength: 8
- Nose: Used-up vanilla ice cream-scented air freshener
- Euphoria: 8
- Existential dread: 5
- Freaking out when a crazy person approaches you: 5
- Drink pairing: Jeppson’s Malört
- Music pairing: Iglooghost, “Neo Wax Bloom”
- Rating: 8