I’ve reached the age where a hangover feels less like a consequence and more like a medical condition. Somewhere along the way, I realized waking up feeling like I lost a bar fight with a lawn mower wasn’t nearly as fun as it sounded in my twenties. And don’t even get me started on the bar tab. Nothing sobers a person up faster than realizing they spent $87 to feel terrible the next day.
That’s where THC drinks entered the picture.
What I like about most THC beverages is that they don’t announce their presence from three zip codes away. There’s no skunky aroma, no cloud of mystery, and no requirement to suddenly become a guy named “Moonbeam” who talks about vibrations. As someone who has never smoked weed—or even a cigarette—I was surprised by how much I enjoyed the experience. It’s like someone turned the stress dial down a few notches and the enjoyment dial up.
Last summer in Texas, I stumbled across a drink called Buddi Coco. Imagine Malibu’s laid-back cousin who doesn’t leave you regretting your life choices. It mixes with pineapple juice, Sprite, Dr Pepper, and just about anything else I’ve thrown at it. Somehow it always tastes good.
Unfortunately, you can’t grab it off a shelf in South Dakota yet, but you can order it online. For me, the biggest selling point isn’t even the flavor. One drink at the end of the night helps me relax, enjoy the evening, and sleep like a champion.
I was browsing their recipes recently and noticed they now have a Mojito version. Naturally, in the interest of journalism and scientific research, I’m going to have to investigate that this weekend.
