Kiskanu CBD Suppositories

A sweet support and an unlikely aid. Kiskanu CBD Suppositories Reviewed.

By Tarleton Walmsley

CBD Suppositories. Sounds a little...intense, right? And yet the Kiskanu suppositories we carry are likely going to be your new best friend. Don't take my word for it, though. Read what our favorite customer, Marissa S., has to say about them below.


It was 10pm. 

There I was, face mask on with a glass of wine curled in my hand. Desperately trying to avoid a late night doom scroll blackhole (say that three times fast), I hopped over to Garden Party’s website. I’ve been trying to hold retail therapy at bay but if cannabis isn’t essential during this hellfire of a year, I don’t know what is. 

I casually scrolled through the site and all of a sudden, there she was: the unlikely ally that would open me up. Kiskanu, CBD suppositories. I paused for a moment then burst out laughing. No way people are putting CBD up their pussies. No way. It sounded like a Broad City sketch-- no offense. Love you, Abbi and Ilana. 


I shrugged it off with a chuckle and kept scrolling. But how could I pass by something as seemingly silly yet oddly alluring, made with one of my favorite plants? I read the product page and did a quick Google search, to make sure this was a real thing, and decided to take the plunge. If I didn’t buy them I knew I was going to keep thinking about it. So I did it. I bought the suppositories.

Mind you, I’d never used a suppository, neither vaginal or rectal, before. Where did this desire come from? My cannabis love affair started years ago after I had some traumatic sexual assaults. It was the only thing that could bring me back to my body and make my nervous system calm enough to feel clearly. I found comfort in my own skin again through cannabis. Its medicinal quality has been a huge part of my life ever since. When I found these suppositories, I was working through some big feelings about my past trauma. I realized how tight my pelvic floor was, how I was constantly tense and on guard even when I thought I was relaxed. Cannabis had already brought so much calmness to my body and life-- how could this not be helpful? At the least, it was worth a shot.

The next morning, Tarleton arrived at my house with a mask and an iridescent cellophane wrapped box of CBD suppositories. I couldn’t wait to use them. I was thinking all day about how I was going to make a ritual of this-- I wanted to honor this intentional time that I was taking for my body and my healing. I felt like Gwyneth Paltrow should have been interviewing me for Goop. Later that evening, I decided it was time to begin.

They encourage you to pop the suppository box into the fridge or freezer for at least 15 minutes before use to let the oil harden up a bit, so I made a cocktail and set the mood while I waited for time to pass. A yoga mat, flickering candles, incense burning, rose quartz by my side, Kelela on the speakers, a restorative yoga video pulled up and ready to go. Oh I was going all out. I inserted the suppository, a small yellow bullet, into my vagina. It was more oily than anticipated so it didn’t feel as alien as I thought it would be. Kiskanu suggests you put on underwear and just lay down for a bit to alleviate any potential leakage and to encourage rest. So there I was, lying on my back, simply resting, closing my eyes and letting the music wash over me. 

Thirty minutes later, I started crying gentle but unexpected tears. I checked into my pelvic floor-- lo and behold, there was so little pain. Just this resounding openness within me. I couldn’t believe it; I genuinely tried to convince myself that this was some psychosomatic side effect of the suppositories, that I needed to snap out of it, because this was my first time using it after all so how could I even know that this is really a reflection of the suppositories’ power? Well. Needles to say, I was very very wrong. This seemingly subtle sensation grew over the next two hours until I was giddy. Giddy, over suppositories. God, that is never a sentence I thought I would write. But I’m so glad I can say it because from my very first use, I knew they’d become a regular part of my self care routine.

It was like this tight and empty fist was slowly uncurling in my core. 
I felt like I hadn’t taken a breath this deep in a long, long time.
A sweet support and an unlikely aid. 

It eventually cooled off after about 2 hours but I could still feel it for another 4 hours before I fell asleep. I woke up the next morning and felt noticeably calmer. More relaxed in my physicality and spirit. Some healers talk about the vocal and vaginal connection, that these two areas are inexplicably linked in their ability to fully integrate our modalities of self expression. With continued suppository use, this fuzzy concept has become a clearer link. I’ve become more mellow and even keeled-- even when I am struggling with deep emotions and tears, I have found it easier to express exactly what I’m meaning to say. It’s easier to face pain head on because I know I’ve made the space and opening for what’s true to come through. My pelvic floor is relaxing, growing both stronger and softer at the same time. 

And there you have it. That’s how my love affair with suppositories began. And if it hasn’t become abundantly clear by now: I highly, highly recommend these Kiskanu CBD suppositories. Get ‘em. You won’t regret it. 

1 comment

  • Hi, Gretchen here, CEO and co-founder of Kiskanu (and product formulator!). Thanks so much for your kind review and i am very happy that you found relief!

    gretchen em on

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