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Landrace! seems strange or maybe not that seeking and mapping the root genetic source code something godly inspires exceptional remanifestation, time travelling through genetic code waves becoming oil & smoke. Jurassic Park of ¶0ț².

A bit overwhelming, lacking humor or charm, SPARC is the anal-retentive spot which cannot cope with the dirty reality of bare survival outside its perfect scientifically sterile walls which change color with the collective aura of the room. "Oh! It's turning muave... someone must be getting a free acupuncture!" Its like going into a car dealership and a college recruitment fair. Too corporate, or should I say, the Business degree gone berzerk wears it in its sleeve. Noone to blame, but there be demons out here. Kinda pushy about selling a strain. Almost like it wasn't selling enough (one can't tell--all the flowers are in a wall of modern bins. The flowers get crushed in plastic bag--big no-no. I go to Barbary Coast where they ask what I want, and show me a jar full of healthy uncrushed flowers from which one may partake...

Best in SF hands down. feel comfortable timewarping to this classy prohibition eraesque alcove with the soft lighting and a bright, surprisingly not pretentious working-class Coastkeeper will patiently guide you through a forest of the finest flowers in the city, and generously allow you any amount at request. Warning! Its difficult to go anywhere else after visiting Barbary Coast.

thick leaves stuck with glue throughout -- Body and density of a sativa but look and feel deceive with the indica flavor smooth silky morning dew. soursugar otherspaceglue solitarily rambles through sudden cirtruscloud dreamforest, yet a bit too shruggery.

Great before bed. But if mixed with indica like Jack Herer in spliff like somebody did you go bed and up flying through minds paces for hours... That said best token straight, not stirred...