Little Internet trace may be found of this moderately priced, immoderately stony indica strain, but it’s out there in scattered dispensaries nevertheless. Named (presumably) for its thermonuclear effects upon the consciousness, DBB evokes some imaginary 1970s, Hanna-Barbera cartoon about the adventures of a lovable pair of indica buds.
You scoff, reader, but such fancies come easily once you’ve ingested this stuff, a near-perfect example of everything indica lovers rave over – sharp scent, acrid flavor, truck-exhaust finish and one-punch knockout. You might not be able to play music on anything more complicated than a ‘90s-era boom box but you’ll become maximally involved in the act of listening, which is how taste in such things develop.
This is weed to lose track of the hours. A gram’s worth of these small and powdery nugs annihilates more 60-minute intervals than you’d think.
There are no available stats on THC content for DBB, but it subjectively feels somewhere in the middle 20 percent range. Neither overly numbing nor sleep-inducing, a DBB buzz lends greater than usual energy for an indica strain, which means one should avoid situations in which a vigorously applied lack of judgment may have life-altering consequences.
Dat Bomb Bomb
The wrap: When you need to jump rather than float to Pluto at 3:30 a.m., this is your cut.
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