My story with the herb began in middle school when I stayed with my older sister Jesse for a weekend and she unashamedly showed me her cannabis for the first time. A harmless little mason jar full of herbs sitting on the shelf. In high school I tried cannabis, and felt like something inside me was unlocked and set free, a spiritual awakening. Shortly after, I remember sitting on my friend's porch and saying, “ It sounds weird, but I think this is what I'm going to do with my life”. At the time it did seem crazy.

 

As I used cannabis more, it fascinated me to think of where it was coming from. The thought of someone caring so much about a plant that they would risk getting locked in a cage was baffling. Between ounces of “BC bud” I would occasionally get my hands on some “homegrown” with names like Romulan, Northern Lights, Shiva, Dutch Treat and White Rhino. As time went on my eyes were opened to the plethora of affects and qualities cannabis was capable of . With each new strain, I developed an eye for quality and a hunger for more information.

 

In 2007 I made my first trip to work in Humboldt county and the next year I grew my first plants. Since then I've been learning, growing, collecting genetics and preserving them by making seeds. Now that prohibition has lifted I'm fortunate to have the ability to farm with my friends and family by my side. I believe growing plants under the sun, directly in the ground, without chemical fertilizers and pesticides is the best way to produce quality ganja. When I consume cannabis, I want to taste the terroir of the land where it was grown. The flavors and nuances that come from it's specific regional micro-climate and soil.