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Listen up stoners, connoisseurs, and terp chasers — Honey Sour ain’t just another dispensary. This spot gets it. From the second I walked in, it felt like I stepped into a grown-up candy store for weed heads. The vibe? Immaculate. The budtenders? Sharp as hell and real with their recs — not just reading strain cards like robots. Now let’s talk about that MAC Stax eighth I scooped. Bruh… this is gas in its purest form. A volcanic eruption of terps hit my face the moment I cracked the seal. Dense, sticky, trichomes lookin’ like they were dipped in powdered sugar. It’s like MAC 1 got married to Kush Mints and had a baby that knows how to throw hands and tuck you in at night. First hit? Smooth like silk pajamas. Tastes like creamy citrus funk with a sour-gas exhale that lingers like a love song. High crept in slow but hit with a balanced, full-body float and a laser-focused euphoria. I deadass cleaned my kitchen and wrote a verse like Kendrick possessed me — then ate three fruit roll-ups and fell into a nap that felt like a spiritual reset. This ain’t just weed — this is experience. MAC Stax from Honey Sour is boutique heat. These folks are out here curating highs like sommeliers of the sesh. 📍Honey Sour = 10/10 atmosphere 🌿MAC Stax = 11/10 flower 💨 Come correct, leave elevated. Would I cop again? In a heartbeat. Save me an ounce. 🔥💚