The many varieties of Headband are huge in L.A., rumored to make you feel like you're wearing an invisible version of its namesake on yo forehead. Real Headband, a cross between OG Kush and Sour Diesel sativa, is known for big buds, packing the heavy punch of an Indica. I was shocked as all shit to open this onion-pine pungent bottle of Headband OG and find all these tiny little green men wiggling around inside. They jumped onto my surru board like a million martian lemmings, light green and powdery, reeking and looking like the funkiest herb Michaelangelo might grow (the stoned Ninja Turtle, not the artist). These tiny nuggest are perfect for neat packing. Headband OG has a clean taste, with a fitting flavor of light mossiness to the exhale. At first ripper, our heads felt pleasantly light. A few more, and soon our focus started going, though we were short of drooling or missing the beat. The high is pleasing, but not sleepy, and definitely happening in that frontal lobe.
