This year’s 4/20 will usher countless new stoners into the hazy world of legal cannabis, given the ever-expanding number of states with recreational weed laws on the books. But one thing you’re not likely to see amid the ecstatic smokeouts and clouds of stoner jokes is any mention of the humble bong.To get more news about cheap big bong, you can visit sharebongs.com official website.
Even as pot culture went mainstream over the last decade, bongs remain a symbol of its seedy, black-market past. They’re a delivery method that can’t help but look outdated and/or needlessly elaborate compared to intuitive technology like vape pens, but also weak and collegiate compared to dab rigs (the crack pipes of weed).
Bongs became synonymous with cannabis in the 1960s and ’70s, gradually adapted as they were during the counterculture boom, and encouraged by depictions that presented them as the ultimate avenue to getting high. Like beer bongs (or keg stands, or shotgunning cans of beer, or any number of stunts that rarely seem as cool in hindsight) they’re both spectacle and endurance test, a sign of one’s tolerance but also sense of adventure. I remember visiting my cousin on Long Island one summer in the late ’90s and watching him extract a 6-foot glass bong from the ceiling vent in his bedroom, which struck me as an improbable but ingenious clown-car of a hiding spot. The fact that I coughed for five straight minutes after hitting it (he needed to spark it for me, given the distance between my mouth and the bowl) did little to diminish my awe.
Bongs have more personality than pipes, pens, or edibles. Yes, some people are prone to naming their possessions no matter what they are, and the stunning variety of hand-made, carefully crafted weed paraphernalia these days frequently deserves nicknames like Gandalf or The Green Goblin. But unless you’re South Park’s Towelie (who prefers joints, of course) you’re not going to wring a whole lot of personality from a smokeable USB stick.
But a bong? That’s the perfect thing to slap a pair of goofy eyes and a mouth onto, as Bob Odenkirk and David Cross did in their classic Mr. Show sketch “The Altered State of Drugachussettes” (an H.R. Pufnstuf parody featuring a sentient bong named Gurgles). Head shops and record stores and mail-order catalogs may have been the only place to get these “tobacco water pipes,” as they were officially sold, for decades. But now that legal weed is looking like an increasing federal reality, they feel comically anchored to the past.
As with newspapers, cassettes, and other dying things, bongs will likely stick around for years to come in some niche, subsidized form. Thomas Keller’s world-renowned French Laundry recently served soup in a bong as a meta-comment on a bad review. Dean Ween’s Honey Pot Lounge in Denver, a membership-based club where people can consume freely, features a bong library lorded over by a benevolent “bongtender.” Flower Co., a California-based weed wholesaler, is hosting “the world’s first bong symphony” on 4/20 in L.A. (the press release for it offers the hilarious mea culpa, “While it didn’t sound as good as they had hoped, you have to give them credit for trying…”). And it’ll be years (if ever) before iconic images of bong use—from Pineapple Express to any number of late-20th century frat-boy screen odes—fade from our collective memory.
And yet, bongs have already begun pass into that realm of being more referenced than actually used. Say “bongwater” to spice up any joke and instantly elicit groans, even as the majority of people who recognize the unique foulness that the term represents have likely never used a bong. Ganjapreneurs and their breathless PR minions are more eager to talk about revolutionary tinctures and clean-extraction methods and CBD than getting the strongest, most impressive burn possible—even as their retail shops still sell the odd bong or two.
The truth is that old-fashioned smoking is now just one of several ways to get stoned, and with indoor clean-air acts in place in nearly every city in the country, bongs are arguably the least-discrete way to get there. That last point is a major concern as states increasingly legalize recreational sales of marijuana, but not places to consume it. (Imagine not being able to drink in a restaurant or music venue!)