Below is a chart with very approximate dosages for dry, smoked, high potency cannabis. These numbers will vary greatly depending on individual reaction, potency, and smoking method. Generally, brown leafy cannabis is not as strong as green, gold, purple sticky buds. There does exist “One Hit Shit” that can surprise even the veteran smoker with it’s strength. Pay attention to your body’s reaction when you first try a new type or a new smoking method, and be careful when introducing others to cannabis. Everyone reacts differently to different doses.
Every individual reacts differently to every chemical.
Know your Body – Know your Mind – Know your Substance – Know your Source.
Cannabis dosage is fairly easy to manage. A good method for determining your dose is to smoke a small amount (a quarter to two “hits”), wait 5-15 minutes, repeat as desired. The strength of cannabis products increased dramatically between 2000 and 2016. When considering waxes, oils, and other high potency extracts, always start smoking a tiny hit. For sensitive people, a mouth full of smoke from a high potency oil is enough to become confusingly stoned.
A single intake of smoke from a pipe, water pipe, or joint is generally called a hit. An average size hit from a pipe or water pipe weighs somewhere on the order of 1/20th of a gram. With reasonably high potency Cannabis buds, a small number of hits (1-3) is generally enough. The lower the potency the more hits people will need to achieve the desired effects.
Erowid’s dosage information is a summary of data gathered from users, research, and other
resources and should not be construed as recommendations. Individuals can respond
differently to the same dosage. What is safe for one can be deadly for another.
After making sure my faithful companion Labradoodle had done her business outside, I decided I wanted to try this in my clay churchwarden tobacco pipe. I filled the 2 inch bowl half way with Nicotaina Rustica and Perique Tobacco that I cut and jar from whole leaf. These are very powerful smokes in their own right, the Rustica has far more Nicotine than any commercial tobacco, and the Perique brings a plum and spice flavor to cut the harshness of the Rustica. I then filled the rest with finely ground Suver Haze and the kief collected at the bottom of my tobacco grounder.
Also included was a lab report, showing its total cannabinoid profiles, terpene levels and a Notice to Law Enforcement stating that the product is Federally Legal under the Farm Bill, even though it looks, and smells like Marijuana, because it is Hemp, not Marijuana.
I took this out to the garage to smoke once more and sat down. The taste upon light was even better out of the clay than the first, and mixed very nicely with the tobacco blend I created. The effects however this time were stronger, much stronger. I do not know if this was because of the greater amount used, the previous smoke, or the mix of the tobacco. I inhaled every puff until I knew the tobacco was mostly burning half way down, and then passed the smoke from my mouth through the nose every couple hits. I probably spent 20-25 minutes smoking this pipe.
Cannabis (CBD Hemp Flower: Suver Haze), Tobacco (Nicotiana Rustica)
The package arrived fast, within 2 days of the order being processed. It arrived with the paperwork, and came in a vacuum sealed bag holding another sealed mylar bag that needed to be cut open above the ziplock to preserve freshness. The package did not smell in the least until the second seal was broken, and was shipped in a solid box to preserve the buds structure.
When I was done smoking I cleared my bowl and noticed the familiar tobacco intoxication was far stronger than normal, but I was not feeling the nausea such doses of nicotine can cause
The jittery feeling I normally get from tobacco was absent, and I was able to aim with more precision than normal. This game is quite an intense simulator/ First Person Shooter, and I noticed I was much calmer and collected when under stress of fire from other players on the other team.
When there was the occasional thought that maybe I wouldn’t be trapped in the trip forever, it was replaced by the fear that I was going to do something terrible. I have never had impulse-control issues, and I don’t think I really had them that night, but I became afraid that I might develop them then and there. Then I became afraid that the fear itself was going to cause me to freak out and do something bad or crazy. It was a vicious cycle of negative-thinking that made me more and more desperate.
Just to get an idea of who I am: I have smoked marijuana twice in my life and pleasantly zoned in and out, I’ve used stims (ephedra/caffeine, Nuvigil) maybe thirty times in my life, and have used opioids (Tramadol, Oxycodone) maybe fifteen times in my life. I never used any of the above for longer than a day at a time, and never took any unsafe dosages.
I called my mother, and she started helping me through it, empathizing with me about my childhood and giving me hope that I wasn’t stuck. As I talked to her, while sitting on the couch, I realized I was rocking front and back and that my right foot was tapping on its own. We kept talking and after awhile the zoning out happened less and less, and the fear started to subside. About two hours after the trip had begun, I was confident that I would recover and went to bed. I remember doing that, but my mother said I didn’t explain that and didn’t say goodbye. That is not like me, so it shows me I still was having concentration problems.
(I know there is supposed to be very little THC in CBD oil. And I also know that THC-induced trips are rare. But this happened to me, despite what science may suggest.)
The next time I took it nothing happened. After that I started experimenting taking it trying different combinations of sublingually/ingesting and empty/full stomach, working my way up 2ml to 4ml. I felt nothing.
On the bright side, during the trip, part of me knew that I was discovering something. Part of me felt that if I ever got out of this trip, that I was going to be a lot better of for it.
Much of my trauma-baggage has to do with fear and feelings of inadequacy, and the fear of being trapped forever was like facing my hugest fear. And I felt a sort of empathy for people that I’d never felt before. I felt I was finally realizing that other people had their own issues, that people don’t exist in relation to me – stuff that a 48 year-old should have learned long ago.