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When a younger incarnation of whatever – be it animal, mineral, vegetable, or Riverdale character – moves to ungraciously displace its parent; we all too quickly see it as an inevitable aspect of Darwinism.
The elder, vigorously struck down in their prime, is coerced into making way for the wide-eyed ingenue – whose steely determination to pass muster quickly evolves into a rulership of sorts. A reign of glory.
And so it is with cannabis compounds too. Perhaps.
Unless you’ve been hiding under a fairly sizeable block of hashish these past few months (or you’ve literally no interest in the cannabis sector), you’ll have become acutely aware of a new(ish) addition to La Famille Marie-Jeanne: delta-8.
Not to be confused with a similarly-named coronavirus variant, delta-8 is something of a sibling to everyone’s favorite THC compound: delta-9 (aka ‘the bit what gets you high’). But the hemp-derived delicacy reportedly induces a shallower, less intense, effect on the consumer; thereby convincing some pundits that ‘8 was the new 9’.
While it was hoped that regulators would fail to notice the not-so-teeny traces of THC inherent in this burgeoning bud, it seems the higher powers aren’t as dumb as we might like. In the US, despite attempts to position delta-8 as ‘more CBD-style’, it remains as federally illicit as dear old Poppa d-9.
Plus all of a sudden, the fact 100 people in the US have allegedly been hospitalized after using it, is doing delta-8 few favors – though details around their detrimental effects are hazy.
