FPOG
2/11/2017
Oh man, where do I start... Good ol Fruity Pebbles came around when I was 15, gracing the east coast with its sweet, smelly presence. I have almost mistaken it for Sour Diesel before, in my more inexperienced days of smoking. However, its scent and taste was unmistakable, truly setting it aside from everything else, and I learned to recognize it. My latest batch was brought in courtesy of a good friend from Cali, which smells strongly of skunky grapes and sugar. The buzz borders on psychedelic, slicing through depression and annihilating anxiety effortlessly. Few strains have matched this quality for me, and it was even palatable for my dad, who has a much lower tolerance than me. Makes any activity enjoyable, and always leaves me smiling. This strain is as effective as it is nostalgic, and will always hold a special place in my heart