a friend of mine's (aka my old dealer) older brother was part of the crew that originally mass produced the real NY sour d in the 90's. I was told from him (so the most reputable source i know + is a well known figure in my area) that it was a genetic mutation of a normal diesel (haze, thai, cambodian, and south american lineages) seed + was grown out first in albany as a test (I assume it's due to the legend that the seed came from a bag of weed bought at a Phish show at SPAC), then clones were distributed to some lucky people between here, nyc, catskills, and syracuse area.
when he (my personal friend, not the brother) stopped selling bud due to his preggo wife, he had me set up a 6 plant hydro grow on his property for his medical needs (he has MS). my payment is free weed, 2 clones a year if i want, and i get to do as i please with the trim. yay bubble hash! i will say though, real sour d WILL smell through 3 bags and your car when it's all sealed. it will have you tapping out after 2-3 hits. normally the corner boys have boy/girl/sour. IMO, that's how it should be, lol.
/cannabis rant (i hate being a medical patient in a non mmj state)
but yea. i picked tonight as my leftover ritalin and klonopin binge (as i refuse to touch my script until i know im secured the amount i need). since 5pm i've blown atleast 70mg methylphenidate and have eaten 3.25mg klonopin. oh, and the sour d :D just need some fucking cigarettes.....anyone wanna let me bum one? i just hate how i decided eating was more important than buying h....so im opiate free this evening.
edit: kinda hit a low point tonight. im about to blow the absolute maximum amount of ritalin im allowed to blow (if i do 130mg now, i'll still have enough to go on without shooting myself for the rest of the month), popped a couple kpins, about to kill my weed

, and smoke a homemade cigar. found a box of 5 month old dry (but were originally very high quality) cigarillos from the dominican republic. so fragile i could barely handle them. rolled 2 into a raw hemp paper. about to see how regrettable of a decision this is. on the plus side, got a part time job dj'ing for a local dance studio's exotic, pole, and belly dancing classes. my life is complete.
update before i turn the computer off, the "cigar" is still better than half the shit i've ever smoked, im high as fuck, and may or may not be around until monday. i have gigs dj'ing poledancing classes/events. idc if i ever become a big dj (especially since im just known by my name. not too catchy, lol), but now i can say i made a group of attractive, young, athletic, women slide and grind on poles based on my command. even to someone with treatment resistant depression and anxiety, that it was damn beautiful aspect of life.