The Daily Kief with references drawn from HASHISH! by Robert Connell Clarke:
Man, let me tell you about hashish.
Not that green grass, not that leafy weed—I’m talking about the heart of the herb, the golden beat of the cosmic drum, scraped from the soul of the cannabis plant and pressed into a nugget of Now.
It’s hashish, baby.
They been making it since the hills were young. From dusty Moroccan kitchens to the foggy peaks of Nepal, brown-fingered mystics and barefoot sheepherders collected this sweet sticky sunshine, rolled it into balls, slabs, dreams. The stuff smells like the earth dreaming. You light it up and the smoke’s a velvet train straight to the center of your skull. Sit down, tune in, puff deep—and whoa—you’re gone.
“Few Westerners have ever experienced the pleasures of smoking hashish of the highest quality” — HASHISH! Preface, Robert Connell Clarke
Hashish, that old Arabian night’s delight, cooked into cakes for the soul, puffed in sacred pipes by holy men with wild eyes who saw God behind the curtain and wanted you to come too.
How’s it Made, You Ask?
Simple like a beat. You rub the resin right off the plant—live, alive, electric. Or you sift the dry flowers through silk like a sultan sorting dreams. Then press it into bricks, globs, loaves of golden hush. That’s hash, man. No lab coats. Just touch, time, and rhythm.
“Making high-quality hashish basically is no more complex than concentrating the psychoactive THC by isolating and consolidating the Cannabis resin glands.” — HASHISH! Introduction
And How’s it Feel?
Like jazz in your blood. Like a slow-motion snowfall in July. Like your mind loosening its tie and dancing with its shoes off in the kitchen. You smoke it in pipes, in joints, in old carved chillums while the world slows to a crawl and every breath tastes like poetry.
“The primary reason for consuming hashish is to get ‘high’… Eating produces different mental and physical effects than does inhaling hashish smoke.” — HASHISH! Part V: Consumption of Hashish
Eat it and you might fly. Smoke it and you’ll drift. Vaporize it and you’ll whisper with the gods.
But Why?
Because it’s old. Because it’s sacred. Because in a world of neon and noise, hashish is hush. It’s that long exhale that says, “Yeah… now I remember.”
Dig it.
