The Origin of Maine Blueberry Cannabis
(allegedly)
The dormer on the right roof of this Portland Maine apartment building had a surprise inside.
Chapter One
A seed is planted
The original Maine Blueberry cannabis strain came from a couple local Mainers who loved cannabis and wanted to grow in the time of prohibition. The seed was provided by a local cannabis enthusiast and dedicated breeder with a dream to become known for creating the best weed named Nick Spinzola, and me, a newb-ish grower with the perfect setup for a covert small attic grow and crazy enough to try it.
It was the fall of 1997, and I had recently graduated from The Maine College of Art in Portland Maine. I had been a connection for quite a few in the college town, and had found myself slinging cheap commercial weed. It wasn't really anything I had planned on, it was simply a way to pay for my own weed at first. After a time of doing that I started to feel like a cog in the immoral Drug War, and didn’t want to push my luck. I had tried my hand growing,(it seemed a natural idea having grown up on a farm) and had grown a nice little plant from a bag seed after some previous amateurish failures.
At the same time a close friend of my Brothers, Nick “Spinny” Spinzola and I talked and decided to build a covert grow room in the attic of my new apartment. It was very cleverly concealed if I don't say so myself, hidden in a dormer built off the attic. A 5’x5’ft floor space built to run a sea of green grow. Nick brought over a 1000w grow light, a few clones and seeds and we started with Hawaiian “Mowie Wowie”, “Alaskan Thunderfuck”, and Nick's “Hashplant” seeds.
The “Hashplant” seed was the bulk of the first run, and produced three phenotypes. Most were, well, like hash. Kind or an earthy spicy incense kind of aroma, but there were a few standouts that were very fruity and different. Grape, and the Blueberry. The Blueberry was by far the standout for me. The Grape was also very strong in its grape aroma, but had the lowest yields. I also just so happened to have an aversion to artificial candy grape flavoring on account of getting sick from eating too many grape jelly beans as a little kid one Easter morning.
I selected the standouts and before too long was running all Blueberry. Nick had said “Have at it, this is all you Brutha.”and let me handle the grow. He brought the light, taught me a rudimentary super soil recipe, set me up with some basic teas to water in, and I handed over his half when it was all said and done. This was how it went for a little while. F2 and F3 seeds were produced in the 4 year period I was growing in Portland.
Chapter Two
The loss of a local legend
In late 1998 me and Nick would part ways. He was having some issues and started acting erratically. I couldn't have it. It was a security risk,(this was still the Drug War era) and he had insulted me personally. I won't get into the details here, but his “issues” were understandable and I was sympathetic, if a bit insulted.Though we quickly reconciled, I still thought it best to give him half of the operation and his equipment back and go our separate ways. Security was no joke in that era, and the risk of busts was very real.
In the fall of 1999 my Brother called and told me Nick had been found dead at Bear Trap Mountain. His death was ruled self-inflicted. I was shocked. He was one of those “full of life energy” kind of people. As always in small towns, I heard some rumors, and harbored my own doubts. I knew he had been through plenty in his life, but it still was a shock. His many friends and family gathered and buried Nick, the best grower and breeder I have ever known on his family farm in Naples.
I continued on in Portland growing what I called Maine Organic Blueberry ( named so because I grew organically) in the winter and a NL that was quite fruity outside during the summer in the woods of my home in Bridgton with my Brother. I worked various jobs from fishing urchins in winter, to maintenance/baggage handler at the airport, and the trades. I settled in as a house painter and this was my main trade for many years. While in Portland I released a few batches of clones, but kept the seed to myself. I was told the clones performed better than I had expected outdoors.
The hills of home
Chapter Three
Lost in the woods
2001 brought unexpected events that would end up ending my indoor growing for a number of years. My apartment building was sold, and I needed to make a move. With few options and little time or money I moved onto my inheritance land back home. I had three months to clear a lot and have excavation done for a trailer, a dilapidated 1960s model that needed a tear down and remodel to be livable. My brother had owned it and needed to be rid of it, having replaced it. Though I managed to get most of the work done, a curve ball came with winter. My brother was refusing to give me an easement for electrical poles. I had no power or phone, and wouldn't for over three years. No lights would be running to grow. I would have to get by with a little help from my friends by the way of clones for the summer outdoor season. The Blueberry would have to wait in seed form.
Those were a hard three years living off grid with only a generator for me and my wife, but whether it was second thoughts or the noise of a neighbors gas generator every morning and evening, Brother relented and signed the easement for the two poles needed to get electricity and phone lines.
Finally I could hang a light and pop some seeds. The conditions in that home were abysmal for seed storage tho, so the germination rate wasn't great. I did however get a room full, a cycle finished and a small batch of F4 Blueberry seed. Just in time it turned out, as my wife was expecting our first son. The lights would again come down for a time. I was too concerned about the safety of my family to grow indoors. Mind you, my concerns were not crime or safety as much as the threat from my own government seizing property and children. Over a plant.
The next time I tried my seed the same issue occurred, but I did have a handful of seedlings. Unfortunately, some clones I got had spider mites. The handful of new Blueberry F4 seedlings were taken out by the mites.
And that was the end of the original Maine Organic Blueberry. To my knowledge, that version is extinct. I did put out maybe a hundred clones over my time in Portland tho, so who knows.
My focus would be on family responsibilities for some time, with my growing being done outside in the summer only.
Chapter Four
New beginnings
Eventually I became comfortable enough as a family man with the medical cannabis program that I got a med card and started growing in earnest again year round. So would begin my process of hunting for the best genetics I could find as well as looking for the long lost Blueberry, or at least its descendants. It was from one such cutting, described to me as descended from a back cross of my old Blueberry clone, that would become a starting point in new pollen chucking projects.
Landshark Genetics came to be, and so did a new version of the Blueberry. It seems Nicky was with me in spirit, for this new Blueberry Fritz was miraculously the best I had had since the original.
So now I keep selecting the most worthy genetics and chucking pollen, letting The Creator reveal to me what the plants have within. I always think of Nick when I try a new never before seen strain, but he was far from the only person this plant brought into my life over the years. For me it's been a plant with many blessings.
Postscript
The elephant in the room, and how tall is DJ Short anyway?
The obvious question. Did Nick get the Blueberry from DJ Short, or vice versa?
I dont know.
I certainly never heard of or tried any Blueberry prior to the one I grew, and I had access to the best that was around the Northeast market. A market with plenty of west coast imports. I did pop in on Nick unexpectedly at his home in Naples one day, and he had company. A very tall older gent with a funny old time hat. The guy made hastey goodbyes to Nick and his brother, and left. I just figured he was there to buy flower, but thought little of it. I did find it kinda funny as I knew well the look of the “I don't want to be seen” vibe as someone who used to move weight, and often had it myself in years past. It was particularly comical to me as I'm a fairly tall guy at 6’3”, and this gentleman was much taller than I. Hard to be low profile when you're that tall. How tall is DJ Short? I don't know, and I also don't know about other peoples' grows. I do know when and what I grew with Nick.