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Midnight Oasis, along with Puff n’ Stuff, were two Kent headshops that I grew up with. Believe it or not, there was a time when there wasn’t a headshop or vape store on every American street corner. It used to be kind of difficult to find a smoke shop that sold glass pipes and bongs. Oh, and you couldn’t say the words “bong”, “weed”, or “cannabis”, or else they would be forced to kick you out! How times have changed.
Back when headshops were not a dime a dozen, Midnight Oasis was a destination for all smoking accessories. They have been open almost every day since 1991 serving the Kent stoner community. In 2000 they moved down the road from their original spot to their current location, 1108 South Water Street, right near McDonald’s.
As of December 2025, Midnight Oasis is planning another move. Due to some issues with a new landlord, the store owner, Chris Todd, announced that Midnight Oasis will be closing their doors on January 1st, 2026. While there are plans to move to another location, those plans aren’t finalized. When they are, I will update this page with the new address.
Chris Todd behind the counter (Image from Google Maps)Chris Todd is a legendary figure in Kent lore (Image from Google Maps)
Until the store closes on January 1st, 2026, everything except for hemp products is 50% off! Starting December 20th, 2025, all hemp flower and vapes will also be 50% off. From December 28th through December 31st the store will be cash-only, as the shop’s internet will be disconnected, so Chris will be unable to take electronic payments during that time.
Midnight Oasis has always maintained an old-school headshop feel. This is due to its cramped aisles filled with stuff, laid-back vibe and the smell of incense in the air. There isn’t much space inside of this store but every inch is utilized to its fullest potential.
Inside of Midnight Oasis (Image from Google Maps)
You’ll find pot-themed t-shirts, hoodies, hats and other wearables. There is jewelry such as necklaces, earrings and bracelets, along with amethyst stones and chunks of quartz.
Midnight Oasis has a large selection of mid-tier glass pipes and bongs. They also stock less-expensive pipes made of other materials such as metal, stone, clay and wood. From now until the end of the year is an excellent chance to buy some glass at 50% off!
If you are looking for a good selection of rolling papers, Midnight Oasis is your spot. They stock lots of different brands, sizes and paper types, such as hemp, rice, wood pulp, bamboo, flax and clear cellulose.
Other products available at Midnight Oasis include consumable hemp items like flower and vapes, cannabis seeds, kratom, hemp wick spools, blunt wraps, candles, air spray, eye drops, drug test kits, incense, stickers, grinders, vaporizers, 510 batteries, scales, screens, posters, stash jars, tobacco cigarettes, snacks and many different types of lighters. You’ll also see lots of professional wrestling memorabilia around the store.
Snap into a Slim Jim!
The parking situation for the current building isn’t great. There isn’t much space. When it comes time to park your car, there are a few spots in the front of the building and some space on the side of the store.
Until we wait to see where Midnight Oasis will end up next, we should reflect on the good memories and enjoy their 50% off sale! Keep in mind, they carry Professor Bluntstache flower, and it will be half off from December 20th to December 31st!
I have been wanting to review some Woodward flower for a while. Their quality standards are second to none. You can tell with each toke that this crew has passion for the plant. They release flower in fifths and halfs along with exceptional cured resin 510 carts.
I once had a job interview with Woodward’s parent company Fire Rock and it was a great experience. The interviewer saw I had a Stone Cold Steve Austin notebook and went off on a tangent about pro wrestling! When the interview was finished, he talked to me about wrestling for several minutes. They even had wrestling action figures in their break room.
I still use this 2000 Steve Austin notebook for note taking, 25 years after production. The skull on the front cover is a lenticular animation that switches to Steve’s face when moved to an angle.
There are so many strains I’d like to try from Woodward Fine Cannabis: Grapehead, Banana Mac, True OG, Platinum Kush Breath, Animal Face, Cherry Jungle and many others. I had the chance to sample some exquisite Rainbow Marker a few weeks ago with a friend. Today I will be reviewing the Frozen Bag half ounce that I purchased on 04/20/2025 for 40% off.
The Frozen Bag sativa flower is a research and development strain, so I hadn’t seen it around before. At the time it was only available in a half ounce of mini buds. Usually I try to stay away from mini buds, smalls and popcorn if possible, but the Woodward minis still had a better bag appeal than a majority of strains. I decided to give the stuff a shot.
Frozen Bag from Woodward Fine Cannabis
The Frozen Bag’s lineage is B.A.G. – Michigan Gas Factory Cut x Banana Butter Cups. It came packaged in a clear plastic half ounce jar with a colorful label and black plastic lid. I’ve heard some people say they wish Woodward would use glass jars to better preserve taste, but the plastic jars don’t bother me too much. They are lighter and much less likely to break when dropped. I’d prefer a plastic jar over a Mylar bag that would smash and dry the nugs.
When the jar was opened I got a fresh whiff of pinene! At 11.43 milligrams per gram of pinene, this stuff smelled like a weedy pine tree. There was more depth to the scent than just that, as I could also detect gas and a smoother smell that gave banana pudding vibes. There were high terps overall, with all top six listed terps clocking in at over 1 milligram per gram as you can see at the end of this review.
I didn’t get a chance to weigh the half ounce before initial consumption but the buds were packed to the top of the jar. You could definitely tell they were minis and not full nuggets. Some of the buds were medium-sized, some were small and some were tiny chunks.
I was happy to see that there was no shake, sugar leaves, loose stems or unsmokable matter. Some of the buds themselves had small stems but it was nowhere near egregious.
Many of the nuggets had dark purple notes which gave great visual appeal. The minis looked fuzzy and when cracked open you could see some trichomes. These buds had slight stickiness to them and had an overall fluffy, soft feel. They weren’t particularly dense.
The Frozen Bag flower was not dry. It broke up as expected through a grinder. Even though it wasn’t super dense it produced lots of material. There were no big stems within the buds. The Frozen Bag was super easy to work with when breaking down by hand. This is a wonderful strain for joint and blunt rollers!
I’d say the burn speed was about medium on this stuff. It didn’t go poof into smoke like a magician’s disappearing act but I wouldn’t say it was a slow-burner. Still, the bud itself smoked wonderfully. The ash color was very light and it tasted like it!
The Frozen Bag tasted just like it smelled. It was fresh, piney, gassy, weedy and smooth. I’m a huge fan of banana-flavored terpenes and this cannabis definitely had banana flavor buried within. It gave me an even greater desire to try their Banana Mac cut!
The medical effects were sativa-leaning. It seems as if a lot of Woodward’s strains are labeled hybrid so it was nice to try their take on a sativa. I was focused, energized, pain-free and inspired. For me the effects were clear-headed and introspective. The experience of smoking Frozen Bag and feeling the medical aftermath is truly something to behold.
Based on my experience with this half ounce, I’d buy this strain again. I gave the Frozen Bag from Woodward an 8 for taste, 2 for harshness, 8 for strength, 7 for smell strength and 60 to 90 minutes for length of medical effects.
Harvested on 02/12/2025 by Fire Rock, tested 03/06/2025 by North Coast Testing Labs, packaged on 03/19/2025, first consumed on 04/20/2025, expires on 02/11/2025.
A few years ago I released several songs under the name Vimana with producer AmoralPhat40oz.
Dreamin’ is a song I wrote about all the strange adventures we embark upon while we sleep. I wanted the song to sound and feel like a dream in the sense that it can quickly and unexpectedly switch scenes or moods with no explanation.
Lyrics: Particle Don Music Production and Mixing: AmoralPhat40oz
I’m dreamin’. I’m DMTin’. I’ve left the earthly plane of existence. Now I’m in the clouds, laughin’ real, real, loud, but no one is bothered by my sound.
I drown out external stimuli. Don’t need no light to see with my eyes. My brain will override anything that don’t have to do with this dream.
Now, the scene just changed, and I’m in a maze, and I’m with my brother and Krypol Haze, wearin’ Starter jackets, Tampa Devil Rays, and they can’t hear what I’m tryin’ to say,
because ’round the corner, not far away is a framing saw hanging from the wall, and it stands so tall, it’s incredible, and now all three of us roll bowling balls
down a real long hall, and I take a draw, and I make what I saw in my daytime slog a personal movie tailored right to me. Sunny or gloomy? I’m the one choosing.
I’m a lucid kid, never growin’ up. Never puttin’ up with dumb stuff. Chillin’ with buds when I’m in a dream state. Extreme great state. Never wanna wake, never wanna clock in at 8.
Never wanna leave. Never wanna stop this dream. Never wanna truly know where I’m going. Just wanna keep floating. Spacin’ out, zoning. Now my next dream scene is mind blowing.
Here we all are. Hangin’ out with GWAR. Got my best friends and family at the dab bar. Many people I only now remember from school and work, we gather all together.
Now we’re dispersed in a building with hallways. Reminds me of my middle school days. Walkin’ from room to room. A common dream theme. Wandering. Now we’re all at the Gathering.
Outside. Everything’s gettin’ live! You got people on this side screamin’ to the sky. People over there not givin’ a care. I swear I often travel here.
And it seems so clear. Like I’m lookin’ in a mirror. Showin me myself from a perspective near and dear to my higher mind. “Sub” conscious. More like “Above” consciousness into bliss.
Into a state where I stare into my soul. Gotta stay mindful, during this time while I’m in this dream. I’m smiling! I’m piling memories into my mind sea!
Now my brother and I get up and fly. We just shoot to the sky and cruise for miles. Don’t matter where we go. We control our speed (velocity), loops n’ rolls, and rotation.
A strange location has caught our eye as we fly by, so we swoop down at the drop of a dime, at the very same time. Surprised to find
an ultimate wrestling tournament. Danny Havoc greets us. Leads us to our seats, just when Tyler Becker, Robert Trail, and Robert Stoneware show up outta nowhere.
Next scene. In my PJs at work. How did I get here? Sittin’ in a shirt with a stain and a tear. Haven’t combed my hair. My boss sees me, starts screaming.
This dream tells me I’m afraid of pissin’ my boss off every single day while I slave to make wage coin chunks. I’d rather behave like raged oi punks
who do their thing. Don’t care ’bout critics. Now I’m in a gallery, wax exhibits of moments in my life. Flyin’ a kite. Takin’ a bite of somethin’ cooked real nice.
I walk the hall, get emotional, I see scenes from times I wanna recall in a VR sim. Like the dream I’m in. Drinking with kin. Jack, beer, and gin.
Drink a toddy with grandma. Smoke a pipe of somethin’ nice with grandpa. Play a game of golf with my other grandpa, and my other grandma, gotta hand it to ya,
’cause you are so nice. And you fight with might. Lived on a barn where cats ate mice. Now I’m on a beach with Andy and Mike. Playin’ Fresh Baked tunes, cookin’ steaks just right.
Record dreams? In HD? Is this something we can achieve? Capture them in 360°. Put a headset on; experiencing
your personal movie from your last nap. Saved on the workbook in your lap. Saved as an MP4 file. Will it happen soon? Will it take a while?
Will it happen at all? Maybe it won’t. Maybe it will, it would be a thrill. Maybe we think we need it, when we get it, we don’t. Maybe we do, it could help me and you.
The very best thing is to have a dream. The very best thing is to have a dream. The very best thing is to have a dream. The very best thing is to have a dream.
The very best thing is to have a dream. A personal 3D movie. Will it be groovy or moody? One time, I saw Judge Judy tell a man he had to prove he
didn’t eat a bowl of Tutti Frutti ice cream. What a nice dream. Minutes later, I saw mice sing. Might cling to these memories like lice on protein. But I think I might just scream.
It’s a nightmare. Time for a scare. Like the witch from Blair, lurkin’ ’round any place. Anywhere. Any time demons singin’ when I’m dreamin’ is a time I wanna wake up and leave
n’ secede from sin, but I’m now trapped. In a nightmare, and there’s no turnin’ back. Satan makin’ a wise crack. While I drip tears in my lap. In a seat I’m strapped,
and I’m in a giant vat of Nickelodeon GAK, gettin’ lowered down quick. Damn scared, that’s a fact, but I change my mind frame, and my surroundings have no choice but react accordingly.
Now I’m super happy, according to me, and all I had to do was see the possibility. Set it spinning. Light energy overwhelms me. Desire to leave fear compels me to
change my scene in this complex dream just by thinking ’bout happy things. Just by ending my misery, my mind is clear. My soul is clean.
My heart is full of inspiring things that’ll carry me during my waking hours. Giving me powers that few take the time to tap into.
I’m gonna do it, dude! Sick of stress. Sick of work gettin’ the best of my efforts. Makes my head hurt. Sgt. Pepper would never accept this. Put on the record. Learn life lessons.
Don’t do me like a Blue Meanie. Brian Heffron in a yellow submarine with some ooo-weee and a wrestling DVD. Spinnin’ in circles, puttin’ frames on a screen.
Explaining parasailing while salivating over somethin’ in the oven baking. Making sense when slowed down and studied. Like wrestling buddies.
Cardona will fill you in with a YouTube video. Mark Sterlin’ and Myers. They are hires on my dream card. Takes place in Tommy’s backyard.
EOW (Extreme Outdoor Wrestling). Fling my buddy through wooden boards and cardboard boxes. Pound ring posts into the grass. String hose ropes up, have a match.
Interference from the IFB (Incredible Frog Boy) caused this match to have a schmoz ending. Yes, funny. Yes, fun. Got a CD of music for the entrance.
Is it wake time? Please, no. Gotta hold on to every last mo… ment. Wake’s imminent. Dream time, me time, plug me in.
Is it wake time? Please, no. Gotta hold on to every last mo… ment. Wake’s imminent. Dream time, me time, plug me in.
Is it wake time? Please, no. Gotta hold on to every last mo… ment. Wake’s imminent. Dream time, me time, plug me in.
UNUSED LYRICS AND IDEAS
to a state WHERE i STARE into my soul Gotta stay mindful, during this time while I’m in this dream. I’m smiling! I’m
piling memories into my mind, see?
strap a saddle on your dream horse, run a fast haul.
not rememberin’ where you went
Where should I be going?
Now we’re all outside. At the Gathering
when I’m under the covers.
great hallucination
list of loud things #10 – FRAMING SAW (82 dBA) … #9 – BACKHOE (85 dBA) … #8 – BELT SANDER (90 dBA) … #7 – FORKLIFT (93dBA) … #6 – NAIL GUN (97 dBA) … #5 – CONCRETE SAW, ELECTRIC GRINDER (98 dBA) … #4 – BULLDOZER (100 dBA) … #3 – JACKHAMMER (102 dBA)
like those received from my ears and eyes.
…I can’t wait to hallucinate. All the psychedelics that I need are in my brain. All I gotta do is lay at the end of the day in my bed, pull the covers up to my face.
The very best thing is to have a dream. A perso nal 3D movie. – Will it be groovy or moody? Will you see your buddy Stewie or your aunt Susie? Will you plant a bush or a tall tube tree?
Will you get lucid and start controlLING the dream? Thomas Browne in the 17th centu- ry wrote about it in the Religio Medici
Now the scene changed, ridin’ a bike – during the night throught a pit of spikes. I say yikes, my body fills with fright. ….Feels so real, that I just might start talkin’ in my sleep. Wish I was back to countin’ sheep. Not a peep from my mouth, but my mind’s all-out func- tioning like an awakened scene.
it just might as well be real as hell on wheels
Now I’m no longer here where I gotta pay rent or deal with Earthly existence.
Now I’m in the clouds, screamin’ real, real, loud. No one is bothered by my sound. But I drown out the last remaining traces of Earthly existence during these moments.
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