Highly Recommended — May 10, 2026

Leah G reviews Alien Rock Candy, an indica-dominant hybrid from Legacy Cannabis in Minneapolis, describing its unique citrusy and spicy aroma and full-body relaxing effects perfect for low-stakes creativity. She also shares a hilarious mishap with runaway bread dough and passionately rants about the misuse of "I could care less." Key Highlights: • Leah G highly recommends Alien Rock Candy from Legacy Cannabis, an indica-dominant hybrid known for its full-body relaxation. • The Alien Rock Candy strain features a unique aroma profile of sour lemon, rose petal, and pepper, with a bright, earthy taste. • Leah recounts a comical incident where her no-knead bread dough escaped its bowl and oozed down her refrigerator. • Leah passionately argues that the phrase "I could care less" is grammatically incorrect and should always be "I couldn't care less." Topics: Leah G, Minneapolis, Legacy Cannabis, Alien Rock Candy, cannabis review, indica hybrid, stress relief, creative pursuits, bread making, grammar rant, podcast, MN Cannabis Hub --- TRANSCRIPT (Upbeat, slightly chaotic synth intro music fades in and then fades to background) What is UP, my highly recommended people, and welcome back to the podcast. I’m your host, Leah G, coming to you live from my apartment in Minneapolis, where my cat, Bartholomew, is currently trying to… lick a running blender? Okay, that’s a problem for… future Leah. This week has been a WEEK. You ever have one of those where you forget to eat until like, 4 PM, and then you just stand in front of the fridge eating shredded cheese out of the bag like a goblin? No? Just me? Cool, cool, cool. Anyway, my point is, it was a week that required some… specific herbal assistance. And I found something that I am genuinely, deeply obsessed with, and I cannot wait to tell you about it. So let’s get into it. (Slight shift in tone, more focused but still energetic) Alright, so for this week’s review, I ventured out to Legacy Cannabis. It’s a great little spot on Lyndale, super friendly staff who don’t make you feel like a moron for asking questions. And I went in looking for something to just kinda… shut the brain goblins up for a minute, you know? And I found it. It’s called Alien Rock Candy. First of all, amazing name. Ten out of ten. It’s an indica-dominant hybrid, so you’re getting that nice, cozy body feeling without immediately turning into a fossil on your couch. The effects are… okay, you know that feeling when you finally take your hair down after it’s been in a ponytail all day? It’s like that, but for your entire skeleton. Just a full-body sigh of relief. But what’s really wild is the smell. It’s not your typical weed smell. It smells like… if you were at a fancy hotel, and they left a weirdly specific bowl of potpourri made of, like, sour lemon peels and maybe a single, very confused rose petal, and then someone in the next room over spilled a bottle of pepper. It’s citrusy and a little spicy, but in a way that makes you keep wanting to smell it. The taste is kinda similar, very bright and a little earthy. It’s weird, but it’s a good weird. This is the perfect strain for when you need to do something creative but low-stakes. I spent three hours rearranging the books on my bookshelf by color, and it was the most satisfying, zen experience of my entire month. So if you’re looking to de-stress and make some questionable but aesthetically pleasing organizational choices, I highly recommend Alien Rock Candy from Legacy Cannabis. (A beat of silence, then a sigh) So. Speaking of questionable choices. On Tuesday, I decided I was going to be a person who makes their own bread. Why? Absolutely no reason. I just woke up and chose violence, I guess. So I find this no-knead recipe online, seems simple enough. I mix all the stuff together in a bowl, this sticky, horrifying glob of flour and water. The recipe says to let it rise for 12 to 18 hours. Perfect. I stick it on top of the fridge, because I read somewhere that it’s warm up there, and I go to bed feeling very domestic and capable. Fast forward to the next afternoon. I had completely, utterly forgotten about the dough. I’m making coffee, and Bartholomew is just staring, laser-focused, at the top of the fridge. He’s not a big jumper, so I’m like, what is your deal, my furry little dude? And then I see it. The dough… has escaped. It has more than doubled in size, it has breached the confines of the bowl, and it is slowly, menacingly, oozing down the side of my refrigerator like something out of a sci-fi movie. It was a dough glacier. A dough-cier, if you will. It took me forty-five minutes to scrape this sticky, fermented monster off my fridge, all while Bartholomew watched, judging me, I’m sure. The worst part? I still tried to bake what was left in the bowl. It came out looking and feeling like a fossilized frisbee. So, yeah. That was my week. (Slight pause, then a sharp inhale) Okay, you know what I’ve been thinking about this week? And