They say you can't spell potency without pot. And that's maybe the problem, if you'd like to call it that.
Over time, weed growers have become obsessed with THC counts, and little else. A decent share of strains sold at dispensaries nowadays clock in at around 25 percent tetrahydrocannabinol, the naturally occuring compound in quality weed responsible for getting you high as a Georgia pine. The higher the THC count, of course, the higher you get. And that's great, if what you're going for is that distinctly heady rush that comes along with feeling like your face is being shrink wrapped.
If that's not your thing--and for a lot of people, it isn't--you're fucked, sort of. All you want is the weed-equivalent of a slow snifter of barley wine at the end of a long day, not a bareback romp down to the Laugh Farm on that trusty steed, 40-percent THC Sour Diesel. You'd much rather nurse something closer to, say, 10 percent THC, only with various terpenes (compounds that steer both the highs and sensory experiences of marijuana) present in the plant dialed accordingly to hit your desired "entourage effect". Only when the market is flush with cosmically high-grade bud, a result of rapidly-advancing grow technology and an expanding body of scientific research surrounding cannabis, it's either tread cautiously with the head/vy shit, or swallow your pride and pick up some reggies. And nobody wants reggies