Sour Diesel reviews

Notes of pungent lime and citrus followed by a piney diesel. After a day of manual labor it's nice to smoke something which doesn't put me to sleep. The Sativa works best for me when engaged in activities and creative endeavors. The medium level of THC keeps anxiety and paranoia low while lightly relaxing the body. This is a good choice for conversation or wake n bake.

While not the best, could have been the batch, true to Leafy's overview, It left me in a Dreamy Euphoria, not in chair lock but my body is relaxed while I sit here, My mind is the opposite and awake I feel motivated to clean or some chore, motivated in a good way for us bipolar peeps.. Will not cure depression, but will take you mind off suicide! Caution, will intensify hypomania. Best for use when depressed.

I've always felt like Sour Diesel goes perfectly with a black coffee. Forest green buds with a sparkling shine of crystal coating, the high is invigorating, head-oriented (without being overwhelming), and is sure to leave yr depression desiccated and dying in the desert. If yr Sour D doesn't taste like diesel with pungent dirt/earth undertones, you got ripped off. Wonderful strain for low energy, a quick pick me up, depression, and headaches.

I held it as long as i could after my first hit, 10 seconds in, i just started smiling for no reason. I held that smile for 30 min. A must try it if you like sativa

Very nice strain, my go to summer time strain. Its taste is very "fuel" like but pretty palatable. A very heavy sativa strain, with a massive burst of energy and creativity. One of my favourite sativa strains.

I was born in PA but raised in NY, in doing so sour was a reggie staple in any household. This is a nice smoke for sure, i am personally burned out, so to speak, on it. This is also a reminder, switch it up every now and again. Diesel might not melt steal beams, but sour diesel might melt the divide in humanity

This strain makes ya feel good, cerebral you gotta get a meat lovers pizza with stuffed crust👌

It was an unseasonably warm Feb day in New England, so I set up my hammock and packed a bowl of diesel. Soon my mind was racing with exciting thoughts and ideas; I was breaking down the physics of the hammock into vectors, pondering the relationship between music and nature. Is that a bat on the tree? No, just some bark. I felt relieved and uplifted, actually it helped me forget I was feeling so crappy that I left work early with the flu that day.