Origin Story
Rosinberg…origins.
Yea, I went there because let’s be honest, this is funny!
I purchased a 10-ton Dabpress around the end of the year (2019) and like anyone getting something new, I wanted to use it. Now!!
Alas, no flower. Sad and depressed with no flower to press and still using BHO products medically. I was able to get my hands on a half Oz of Indica. Nice purple buds but nothing fancy. Got it in a jar with 62% moisture packs and waited. No idea the strain btw.
Three days later… (press day) ... trumpets sound and harps play… you get the idea. Then, I look at the dreaded smart device next to me. On it is a message and given my line of work (day jobs…pshhh) it meant I had to leave that day. No pressing for me.
Ahhh, but here is where our origin story really takes shape. You see, I am what some would call a bit eccentric and when I get going on something, I get a little obsessed. Now this being said, I should note here that pressing has not only become a hobby with a mild obsession, I am simply consumed with it now. All this now illuminated for the crowd, we should resume our regularly scheduled derp story!
I packed the “portable” press up in the car with all the accessories minus the actual college mini fridge I have at the house for my waxes. Most everything I needed fits in one 15-gallon tote from wally world. The press fits in another, and the jack in its box. All in all, it fits like the rest of my stuff as I travel quite a bit for work. To answer the next obvious question, normally I would press my meds before leaving home and only take what I would need for the duration of my trip be it a few days or a few weeks. I drive a few times a year, leave my car and fly back and forth mostly.
Now, any further details as to what I do or where I travel, I am not volunteering.
So, I packed it up and headed out west, so the story goes.
Somewhere in the desert of the southwest where the coyotes howl at the moon and the horizon goes on forever, well there is where I tend to work. So, there I am, working and in needed of meds. I drove out into the desert on public land. Hooked a power converter to my car battery, ran and extension cord, and set up in back end of my car. The first time I did this of course I posted about it. I ran some good flower through it and cold cured my stuff. Once posted, comments referencing the show Breaking Bad started and as I sort of fit the bill for the Heisenberg of weed…hence Rosinberg. For the purposes of this post and the novelty I wanted to repost this with the pic again.
Yes, it’s hilarious. No, I don’t sleep in my car. No, I won’t be doing this again as I have a set up for it at home. HOWEVER, there just absolutely has GOT to be a picture of me doing this in tighty whiteys, so I am sure at some point my buddies will play that card and convince me to mask up with a bong face mask and the tighty whities for a pic.
A buddy of mine came up with the logo and set it over and it’s kind of snowballed from there so I am running with the whole thing full steam. I am loving pressing and want nothing more than just to keep on squishing!
Happy Squishing!
-Rosinberg