Article by Colleen Fisher Tully, Leafly News
It’s the original concentrate from ancient times. At its simplest, hash is made from rubbing cannabis flowers in your hands until all the luscious resins (or trichomes) form a layer thick enough to scrape off, roll into a ball, and either smoke or add into food.
This hand-rolled method is so old it predates written text, though it’s speculated early hashish was popularized around 900 CE across the Indian subcontinent, modern-day Middle East, and later North Africa.
A thousand or so years later these same regions are still producing some of the most prized hash on the global market. Zain Memon lives in Hyderabad, Pakistan, where he says the hash he consumes comes from Peshawar, located in the mountainous northwestern province of Khyber Pakhtunkhwa. “It’s a lot higher than sea level, a cold region,” he explains. The cannabis is grown in the mountains along the Afghanistan border, which he says is later hand-rubbed by pathans, Afghani immigrants, into pure unadulterated hash he describes as black on the outside, brownish on the inside, soft and pliable with a recognizable strong aroma.
“Its effects are sedating with a hint of cerebral high, too,” he says. “It’s a hell of a feeling that isn’t fair to describe into words, it can only be felt.” While an open secret, he says police are intolerant of anyone carrying product and, if they find some on you, will demand a bribe before taking all your hash.
Reddit user @trymebitcj lives in Cádiz, an ancient port city in the province of Andalucia, Spain—directly across the sea from major hash production in Morocco. “My town is a very important strategic point for smuggling. We are talking about tons and tons of hash.”
Avoiding the local street hash, which he says is both illegal and sometimes of questionable purity, he belongs to a legal association of cannabis consumers which gives him access to top quality Moroccan product. “Last month we had 11 different types of hash,” he says, which was all made exclusively for legitimate buyers clubs like his. “It’s just incredible, those guys in the mountains really know how to do hash!”
Hash in Canada: A classic supply and demand story
In Canada, available hash has ebbed and flowed over the decades. Twitter user @TheGuyFromWpg remembers hash in 1970s Winnipeg as far superior to the available weed. “I never had any bad hash. Not once.” However, he recalls there was rarely a selection beyond Moroccan green or Lebanese blonde. “Later in the ’70s I ran across black hash a few times, which I think was from Afghanistan but I’m not 100% sure. Amazing and so strong, we thought some of it might be cut with opium, but probably not, we were just really high.”
Dave Kaplan, who lived in Halifax in the late-aughts, says hash was really hard to come by then, even though product was shipped directly into the city’s ports via Europe. “We ended up having to get mostly weed,” he recalls, which was plentiful and easy to get, but he missed the mellow energy he got from hash.
Now back in Toronto, Kaplan jokes he’s been making up for lost time, notably with his preferred (albeit illicit) Afghani product. Of the grey-market Canadian and even American hash he’s tried, he says it doesn’t begin to compare to old-world stuff in terms of smell, texture, taste and most important: euphoria. “Our version of Afghani is just extremely ‘weedy’,” he says, “Compared to what I’m used to it gives you a weed high, but a very strong weed high.”
Kaplan doubts local hash will ever give him the energizing, cerebral experience he loves from imported hash, and he won’t be racing to the nearest cannabis store to try new 2.0 product. But @TheGuyFromWpg will—he’s now a medical patient who, on bad days, finds the extra kick of kief or bubble hash therapeutic. When Canna Farms released their kief product just before Christmas he immediately purchased a gram for himself. For now, it’s as close as he can get to hash in Manitoba. “I would definitely buy real hash again if it was available,” he says.