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The Only Good Cigar Is a Cannagar

The Only Good Cigar is a Cannagar
Photos courtesy of Purple Rose Supply

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The Only Good Cigar Is a Cannagar

Purple Rose Supply’s “cannagar mold” kit is the best way to spin one up.

Nobody actually enjoys cigars. I am convinced of this. Most people agree with me. Things that are actually enjoyable (and not some bizarre “masculine” ritual) tend to be popular. Cigars are not: more than ninety-five percent of American adults do not smoke cigars, according to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. The rest of the population are prime examples of my theory — that clamping an increasingly soggy and noxious smokestack between your teeth for an hour, as your friends and family back away in horror, is not a pleasurable activity — in action.

I live in New York, which is the only place I have ever regularly seen people attempt to conduct life with cigar. Even here, whenever I see a cigar smoker, I see a haunted man. (I am told women smoke cigars but I have only ever seen men do this.) I see someone struggling to endure an ordeal, with clenched jaw and measured breaths, their only solace the knowledge that another noxious burning gasp means their suffering will soon be over.

All this to say that I approached the concept of a cannabis cigar — or a “cannagar,” of course, consistent with the cannabis industry’s inability to come up with a product name that’s not a forced, obvious, and clunky portmanteau — with this context, and thus doubt and dismissal.

“A cannagar is a cigar made of cannabis,” Purple Rose Supply explains. “It’s thicker and longer than a joint and contains five, seven, or upwards of ten grams of cannabis, depending on the size of the mold and how ambitious you are with filling it. It can be wrapped with whatever you like — normal rolling papers, a cigar wrap, or hemp shells available on the internet.”

Why, why would you want to do this when there are so many other effective methods? If an extended smoking session is your goal, why this and why not, say, a low-THC preroll? If you just want an enormous fattie, why this and not a blunt? “What,” I kept asking, like a seeker on top of a mountain without a guru, “What goal does the cannagar accomplish?”

The tobacco cigar, from what I gather, is a (sloppy, overbearing) way to swim in a nicotine bath for an hour or two. That I can appreciate. But last I checked, cannabis doesn’t work that way. It is very easy to get very stoned for a very long time without puffing, puffing, puffing. Why do I need to shove 5 or more grams of flower into a tube? Why do I need to go about life with flower bits stuck in my front teeth? A look or two at the state of cannagar play online only hardened my resolve to keep away. My god, it was garish. Ten grams, plus oil? What is the matter with you all? Too much!

These were the odds the Daly City, California-based Purple Rose Supply G2 cannagar mold ($44; the larger molds that hold up to 10 grams are $49) was up against. That, and some real practical difficulties. With a mold, preparing a cannagar, it turns out, is preposterously easy. It just requires patience. After grinding adequate cannabis, and stuffing it down the mold with a stuffing tool, you’re supposed to let it sit in the mold and cure for a couple of days, or a couple of hours if you can’t wait that long.

I casually mentioned what I was doing to a friend and neighbor who’d just been at a wedding upstate, expecting raised eyebrows and “what the f*ck is that?” Instead, his eyes lit up. “Oh yeah! Those are great,” he said. “We had one at the wedding. Got like fifteen of us totally ripped.” Not only that, he said, he even enjoyed the taste and the experience. It was, he said, fun and good.

Thing is, this good fun also requires an ample amount of weed. This was harder than I imagined. My dispensary-bought supply of top-shelf was running low and the next visit to the West Coast wasn’t for a while.

“Mids,” I said to my delivery guy. (It’s New York.) “I need mids.”

“Mids?” he said, perplexed and disappointed at my disinterest in his menu (it is a very nice menu). “We don’t have mids. Nobody does.”

It took a solid week or two of hectoring and complaining and then a personal visit from his boss — the top guy at this inter-borough delivery outfit — to deliver the goods: rather than a quarter of top-shelf, a big bag of shake and trim and some smalls. (If you want a top-shelf cannagar filled with top-shelf, that’s your business; for my first trip out, I went for economy.)

With the devil’s merry-go-round of alternating swamp-and-oven that is the New York summer finally coming to a close — and with it, the beginning of shorter days hinting of the long slog of an urban winter — an escape down to the Jersey Shore for Labor Day weekend seemed like the proper time to give the cannagar a real go. In this environment, there was a good chance of encountering a cigar smoker. The cannabis version, then, was an appropriate riposte.

I had two for the occasion, both in the hemp shells Purple Rose also sent me (which, at $19 each, seemed wildly expensive and maybe the toughest practical obstacle for regular cannagar smoking. You can also use a Backwoods, as I did for my third cannagar, but those of us eschewing tobacco might be out of luck). The right moment turned out to be an evening barbecue. As we waited for the grillmaster to do his thing, we put a cannagar into the provided wooden tip ($16 for a pack of 10). Even before it was lit and we started to puff, it was already pleasant. So much cannabis roughly ground and put into a tube meant lots of terpenes. After a few dry hits, I felt my receptors primed and ready to go. Once lit — well, it was great! It was smooth and it was pleasant. I tried puffing it a few ways — keeping the smoke in the mouth and top of the throat, like a cigar, and taking more joint-like draws. Neither led to a coughing fit or the need to expel, spitting all over the place, like with a cigar. The one drawback was that 5 grams of cannabis was more than enough for a few people, even with the slow burn. We’d only gotten about halfway through when we decided we’d had our fill and it was time to eat.

The cannagar’s appeal, I think, is for the completist: the cannabis smoker who’s done it all and is looking for something else, something different and maybe a little indulgent for a special occasion, be it a wedding or a party or just the weekend. The partygoer particularly will appreciate how long a few grams last and how many heads they’ll be able to please in an extended session. For my money, I appreciated actually enjoying a long, flavorful, and very present smoke — and can report that, unlike the average cigar user, my experience was neither obtrusive nor absurd.

TELL US, have you ever tried a cannagar?

2 Comments

2 Comments

  1. King Kitty

    September 15, 2019 at 10:52 am

    Sometimes a cannagar is just a cannagar.

  2. Matt nagel

    September 15, 2019 at 9:44 am

    Check out cuba libre cannagars! They are awesome!

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