As a major anxiety sufferer and California resident, I’ve had a prescription for medical marijuana since 2006. In the decade since, I have tried — and made — all sorts of crazy cannabis products, but these days every time I go to the dispensary I see some new thing that you can eat or drink or rub on your body. As a public service, I decided to test out some of the more intriguing options to see whether they live up to the hype.
I’m getting high for you, folks, and don’t you forget it.
So what happened this week, when I forayed into the wild world of weed infused wine? Did I have one of my all-time top-10 orgasms? Did I post a picture of my sex partner’s butt to Instagram? Did I cry watching my favorite Dawson’s Creek episode? Let’s find out.
Product: Rose Bud weed-infused rosé wine
Ingredients: Wine, marijuana tincture
Purchased from: This product is not currently available for public purchase. It is made by a small wine company, and while it is a rosé, it is also technically a tincture.
Suggested dosage: No idea!
Actual dosage: Still don’t really have much of a clue how much marijuana I consumed, but I drank one small glass of wine and it fucked me up real good, so I wouldn’t recommend taking more than that.
Flavor: Recently I’ve gotten really into orange wine. Good orange wine — made not with oranges but with white grapes including the skins and seeds, which give it a golden color — is crisp and citrusy, almost effervescent, and remarkably complex. The orange wine that I’m not super into, although I’m sure some people are, still has hints of grapefruit but has also been described as tasting like turpentine and Band-Aids. The Rose Bud certainly didn’t taste that strange, but the wine itself was very tart, almost vinegary, with a medicinal back taste of alcohol and marijuana. It wasn’t hard to drink, but it wasn’t an excessively pleasant experience, either.
The high: Oh boy, this was a fun one. My sexyfriend came over after a show, and we shared a glass of rosé while watching the lovely, sensual John Cameron Mitchell film Short Bus. The weed hit relatively quickly, and we had an excessively relaxing time watching the movie and laughing and talking and cuddling and comparing our respective body highs. By the time the movie was over, man, maybe it was the fact that Short Bus is basically a perfect foreplay film or that the slogan for Rose Bud should be “It’s fucking wine: wine for fucking,” but we tumbled into each other and had some of the best sex either of us has ever had. He thought I was patronizing him when I told him how hard I came, but, while I sometimes tend toward hyperbole, I don’t exaggerate about my orgasms.
The rosé was relaxing, a giggly, sexy, fun combination of pot and alcohol that I can only describe as delightful. We stayed up for hours talking and touching, and eventually I put on the episode of Dawson’s Creek where Pacey and Joey get stuck in a K-Mart and rhapsodized about it as my friend drifted off to sleep. I don’t know if it was the sex or the weed or the wine, but I did tear up a little when Joey’s shaves off Pacey’s awful goatee. It’s a beautiful moment, guys.
Waking up the next morning… I’ll admit, I was still a little high. This wine is not something to be messed around with or done in excess, or who knows what could happen? But overall it was an experience that I feel lucky to have enjoyed.
Conclusion: Six out of six pot leaves for Rose Bud weed rosé. Okay, yeah, maybe the flavor left a bit to be desired but the high was really something special. I love wine, I love weed, and I love fucking, so honestly, what more could I ask for?