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Milk Chocolate used to be my favorite flavor. I loved the taste and texture, the melt in your mouth sensation. Now I can’t stomach it, I usually just stick to dark or semi sweet. I do think milk chocolate still has a place in my world but it’s just not my first pick. Toffee is a game changer though, really saves the day.

Ode to a great original. I sing praises with the tenor of an angle. It was 2024 when I first tried this strain. The summer of songs. Love was in the air but I couldn’t breathe it. I was suffocating on the stuff. The kinda thing dreams are made of? I said fat chance. There was nothing about me that said “love me”— the vagrant stares I so indulged, the cologne I chose (or so I’ve been told). Sometimes I’d sweat so much I’d think that there was nothing in me except it. No organs, bones…brain? Just sweat waiting to rush my pores until there is nothing left and I am dead. I smoked pot for the first time when I was 17, couldn’t really taste the stuff and I had no intention to gas my lungs before the big game. I used to street ball with the guys.. sometimes we’d set up tournaments with other neighborhood kids.. this one was big. Let’s call him Tony lived 2 streets down. He balled with the kids over on greenwood. The games were friendly until he started to bring up my sweat. He told let’s call her Sharron Thaalio that he overheard a conversation I was having with with one of my boys that I was worried my whole body was made of sweat and that I would die when I ran out. Sharron was someone I wished to pursue romantically and Tony’s bomb shell destroyed any chance of that happening. They started dating later that week after creaming me and the guys. The second time I smoked pot was when I was 22 during the so called summer of love 2024. My buddy Carson from cali, insisted it might help. He said the strain was called rainbow cookies? I thought anything that sounded so cute couldn’t be all that bad.. besides.. I hadn’t played ball since the creaming of the century 2019. I would like to report theydies ladies and germs that I did in fact inhale. Suddenly, I was awake. I just kept saying to myself “everybody sweats” “everybody sweats” “everybody….” I was cured of my fear. That day I decided to call up Sharron. She told me Tony was dead to her, he had given her chlamydia along with a few others I won’t mention here. We ended up talking for hours. She lives in Philly and went to go see her! I guess you could say this strain changed my life? I guess if pop eye can have a can of spinach, I can have a bowl of green ;)

One of the star players on my roster, a vibrant color and fruity smell give way to a soothing body mind high when smoked at higher quantities. I was 16 the first time I smoked pot, my friends couldn’t believe it when I told them. I said Carla Devaugn (not her real name) gave me a puff from her dad’s pipe. He grew the stuff but I’m getting off track. Carla was the prettiest girl in school, the fact she even talked to me would have had my boy’s jaws on the floor but to share the same pot? They thought the world of me after that night. Anytime they had girl problems, I was the guy they came to.. because hey, I did something right. Well, it’s been a few years a few times over now. I rode that high for the better part of a decade and a half. I guess now that I’m in my 30s it just feels kinda hollow, especially since I never even smoked with Carla. I lied to my boys just so they’d think I was cool. I mean I really wanted to say something, honest, but they were just so excited I just kept feeling like it’d break their hearts to know they weren’t really mutual friends with Carla Devaugn. To tell you the truth, she doesn’t even know my name. The first time I smoked pot I was with my neighbor Timo. He was a few years older than me and seemed like kind of a loner. He told me if I smoked his cigar I could borrow his car to impress Carla enough to go to the dance with me. Next thing I knew I was foaming at the mouth and running around his yard like a squirrel for 6 hours. I’ve never smoked any kind of pot like that since. I do really like dreamcicle’s floral notes, especially when hit through my 4 chambers of percolators with the ice catch.

See his lips around the cold glass mouth, feel the boy- he’s excited, trying a strain he’s only heard tale. Pot was his favorite ever since he was 14 years old, although prone to fits of anxiety, the herb settled and relaxed his bewilderment, sustaining him greatly with friends and many long nights spent fireside. Then, he inhaled. The smoke brushed his tongue on its way to his lungs and into his blood back to the brain, swelling and pulsing. At first he felt nothing, cheated even. He took another drag, this time coughing mucus and bile. He was aroused but unyearning, tingling and paranoid. His friend asked him how he felt, only to fall back aghast upon seeing the boy’s pale glazed eyes. His friend was dead.