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Budtender Moment: Frozen Lemonade Strain Review

“Sometimes the medicine tastes like lemons. Because the universe knows you need waking up.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Today we’re stepping into the frosty, citrus‑blessed kingdom of Frozen Lemonade. It’s the strain that tastes like somebody froze summertime just to keep you from losing your mind in this economy.

Frozen Lemonade is a sativa-dominant hybrid. It’s a cross between  Lemon Tree × Gelato #41. Lemon Tree is a cross between  Lemon Skunk × Sour Diesel. Gelato #41 is a cross between  Sunset Sherbet × Thin Mint GSC. It’s the strain that behaves like the friend who shows up uninvited but brings snacks. Emotional support. And a Bluetooth speaker. She’s bright. She’s uplifting. And she’s got just enough body relaxation to keep you from pacing the kitchen like a raccoon with bills. Frozen Lemonade didn’t just appear. he was engineered by the ancestors. This lineage is basically the Beyoncé family tree of cannabis. It’s excellence is stacked on excellence.

The flavor profile of this strain is one of Icy lemon zest, Sugared citrus peel, A faint creamy finish, and a sparkle of sour brightness. It’s the strain equivalent of sticking your head in the freezer during a Southern summer and whispering, “Lord, take the heat from me.”

The terpene profile for this strain is Limonene, Myrcene, Caryophyllene, and Pinene. Together they create a bright, sparkling, lemon-ice vibe that wakes up the spirit without sending you into orbit. Frozen Lemonade is a blessing for stress, mood, mild pain, focus, clarity, and energy. It’s the strain you reach for when you need to get your life together but also want to enjoy the process.

Please keep in mind that depending on differences in grows depends on what area of the country it is grown in. Ther will also be slight differences depending on when, where the plant was grown. Thanks for reading! And keep blazin.’ Have you tried this strain?

Affirmation: I rise refreshed. Renewed. And rooted. It’s bright as citrus. Steady as ice. And fully in my power.

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The 80s Mall: Our Natural Habitat and Emotional Support Ecosystem

“The 80s mall didn’t just raise us. It emotionally stabilized us better than half the adults in our lives.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Today we are not merely remembering the 80s mall. We are summoning it. Resurrecting it. And calling it forth like a neon‑soaked ancestral spirit guide wearing leg warmers. And chewing Bubble Yum with the confidence of someone who has never once read a nutrition label.

The 80s mall wasn’t just a building. It was a biosphere, a social laboratory, a feral ecosystem where children roamed free like denim‑clad gazelles. It was the one place where your mama could drop you off with five dollars, a scrunchie, and a warning about “not acting a fool.” And somehow that was considered responsible parenting. The mall raised us. The mall fed us. The mall taught us that independence meant walking around unsupervised for eight hours. And only calling home if someone sprained an ankle or got lost in Sears.

It was our emotional support ecosystem before emotional support ecosystems were a thing. It was therapy before therapy. It was cardio before cardio. It was church before church. It was TikTok before TikTok. Except instead of filters, we had Glamour Shots. Instead of algorithms, we had the food court. So let us honor the fluorescent kingdom that shaped our souls, our fashion sense, and our questionable decision‑making skills.

10 Things That Made the 80s Mall Our Emotional Support Ecosystem

  • The Food Court-A culinary fever dream where you could eat Sbarro pizza, teriyaki chicken, and a pretzel the size of a Buick hubcap. It was the original “choose your fighter” screen.
  • Spencer’s Gifts-The forbidden forest of the mall. You went in for a lava lamp and came out spiritually changed. Slightly confused. And carrying a rubber chicken.
  • The Arcade-A dimly lit cave where boys communicated through grunts. Button‑mashing. And the sacred ritual of slapping quarters on the machine to claim next game.
  • Glamour Shots-The place where every Southern girl became a feather‑haired deity. You walked in looking like a child. And walked out looking like you were about to release a country album.
  • Orange Julius-A beverage so mysterious it defied science. Was it juice? Was it foam? Was it industrial insulation? We didn’t ask questions.
  • The Mall Fountain-A shimmering lagoon of wishes, pennies, and the occasional toddler shoe. It was our emotional support water feature.
  • The Perfume Counter-A chemical assault zone where you were spritzed against your will by a woman named Linda who smelled like Chanel No. 5 and authority.
  • The Record Store-A sanctuary where we pretended to understand music genres. And, also, judged strangers based on their cassette choices.
  • The Mall Walkers-The elders who power‑walked at dawn like they were training for mall‑based combat. They were the backbone of mall society.
  • The Payphone Bank-Our hotline to Mama. Our emergency broadcast system. Our “Jessica is being dramatic again, please retrieve me” communication hub.

The 80s mall wasn’t just a place. It was a multisensory emotional support habitat engineered to keep us alive. Entertained. And slightly overstimulated. The moment those sliding glass doors whooshed open, you were hit with a wall of smells like popcorn, perfume, pretzels, and the faint scent of a RadioShack employee losing the will to live.

The mall was where we learned economics (“If I buy this sticker pack, I will not have enough money for a slice of pizza”), sociology (“If I walk past the cute boys three times, they will eventually notice me”), and survival (“If I get lost in JCPenney, I must follow the sound of the escalator until I reach civilization”).

It was also where we learned fashion. Which is why so many of our childhood photos look like we were raised by a pack of neon‑obsessed raccoons. We wore shoulder pads big enough to pick up satellite signals. We wore jelly shoes that blistered our feet into oblivion. We wore outfits that could blind a man at twenty paces.

And the mall didn’t just shape us. It healed us. Had a bad day at school? Go to the mall. Got dumped by your 7th‑grade boyfriend? Go to the mall. Needed to feel the warm embrace of consumerism? Go to the mall. Needed to walk around aimlessly for six hours because your mama said, “go play”? Go to the mall. The mall was our coping mechanism. Our sanctuary. Our ecosystem of emotional regulation and questionable snacks. And honestly? We turned out fine. Mostly.

And now, here we stand. Grown. Exhausted. Over‑scheduled adults. Who can barely get through a Target run without needing a nap and a hydration break. Meanwhile, our children act like going to a store is a war crime. They clutch their tablets like emotional support rodents. And look at us like we’re asking them to churn butter.

But us? We were forged in the fluorescent crucible of the 80s mall. We survived unsupervised freedom. Orange Julius sugar crashes. And the psychological warfare of the perfume counter. We navigated the labyrinth of Sears without GPS. We endured Glamour Shots bangs that could slice through drywall. We walked uphill both ways in jelly shoes that were basically medieval torture devices.

We are the generation that learned resilience from a food court. And emotional regulation from a mall fountain. We are the children of neon, tile floors, and Cinnabon steam. We are unbreakable. We are unstoppable. We are mall‑raised. Mall‑blessed. Mall‑forged warriors. And may the spirit of the mall walkers guide our steps forever.

Affirmation: I am grounded. I am centered. I am guided by the neon glow of my ancestors and protected by the mall walkers at dawn.

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Budtender Moment: Rick James Strain Review

“I’m not high. I’m just on airplane mode.”

-Unknown

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to tell you about a strain that will instantly take you back to the 80s. And the name is Rick James.

Rick James is a 70/30 indica-dominant hybrid. It is a cross between Runtz x Jealousy. Runtz is a cross between Zkittlez x Gelato. Jealousy is a cross between Gelato 41 x Sherbet Bx1. This strain was named this because 710 Labs notes are named after the legendary. The flavor profile is creamy, sugary, fresh fruity berries, rich red fruits, and dank herbs. The whole experience was a pleasant surprise. And though it didn’t make me a “Super Freak”, I still enjoyed the ride.

Top terpenes in this strain are Myrcene, Limonene, Caryophyllene, Linalool, and Pinene. Patients report relief from chronic pain, anxiety, stress, and insomnia. This strain has some hard-core munchies to go with it. And beware of “couch lock. “Please keep in mind that each grow will be different and the flower’s effects will differ depending on which region of the country that the plant is grown. Thanks for reading! Keep blazin.’

Affirmation:  I release tension, fear, and the stories that weigh me down.

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Why 80s Snacks Were Delicious, Toxic, and Probably Illegal Now

“Childhood in the 80s wasn’t safe. But it was flavorful.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Today we’re grilling up the radioactive, neon‑dust‑covered, FDA‑defying buffet that raised us. The 1980s didn’t just feed us snacks. They fed us character development. They fed us resilience. They fed us enough artificial dyes to glow like a Chernobyl nightlight. And we ate it up with our bare hands. Because nobody in that decade had ever uttered the phrase “Is that safe for children?”

Back then, snacks weren’t “organic,” “non‑GMO,” or “ethically sourced.” They were chaos in a foil pouch. They were chemical warfare disguised as lunchbox joy. They were delicious, toxic, and probably illegal now. And I miss them every day like a long‑lost cousin who stole my bike but taught me how to cuss. Let’s take a stroll down memory lane. But wear protective gear. The 80s snack aisle was basically a Superfund site with better branding.

  1. Planters Cheez Balls-The neon‑orange dust that stained your fingers for three to five business days. If you touched a white wall afterward, it looked like a crime scene at a clown convention.
  2. Fruit Roll‑Ups (Original Formula)-Essentially edible plastic wrap with a whisper of fruit. If you left it in the sun, it melted into a sheet of stained glass that could double as a weapon.
  3. Jolt Cola-Two cups of coffee, a Red Bull, and a dare from Satan all mixed into one can. This drink raised your heart rate and your GPA.
  4. Pop Rocks-Carbonated gravel. The snack that convinced an entire generation we might explode at any moment. And we still ate it by the fistful.
  5. Dunkaroos-Cookies you dipped into frosting so sweet it could sandblast your enamel. A dentist’s retirement plan in a single pack.
  6. Hubba Bubba Bubble Tape-Six feet of gum. Which was exactly five feet and eleven inches more than any child needed. We chewed it until our jaws locked like a rusty hinge.
  7. Slush Puppie-A cup of shaved ice drowned in syrup so bright it could guide ships through fog. One sip and your tongue changed colors like a mood ring.
  8. Hostess Pudding Pies-A pastry filled with custard that tasted like it had been stored in a bunker since the Cold War. We didn’t care. We inhaled them.
  9. Tato Skins-Potato chips that were basically salt slabs. One bag could dehydrate a camel.
  10. Hi‑C Ecto Cooler-A citrus drink so green it looked radioactive. Probably was. Delicious though.

And that’s it. The snacks that built our immune systems, our personalities, and possibly our future medical bills. We were raised on sugar, dye, caffeine, and vibes. No one checked labels. No one asked questions. If it glowed, fizzed, popped, or came in a pouch that looked like it was designed by a hyperactive raccoon, we ate it. Meanwhile, today’s kids are out here with gluten‑free, dye‑free, sugar‑free, joy‑free snacks shaped like clouds and promises. Bless their hearts.

We survived lawn darts, metal slides, and snacks that could strip paint. And now we’re out here trying to survive our own children. Who melt down if their organic fruit snack is the wrong shade of mauve. While helicopter moms hover with SPF 9000 and BPA‑free water bottles shaped like emotional support gourds. The 80s made us fireproof. Thanks for reading! What are more snacks that you can remember from this time period?

Affirmation: “I honor my inner 80s kid by embracing chaos. Choosing joy. And refusing to read ingredient labels.”

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Budtender Moment: Oreoz Strain Review

“Some strains whisper. Oreoz leans in. Hands you a cookie. And tells you the truth you’ve been avoiding.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Let the ancestors lean in while we talk about a strain that tastes like dessert but hits like a truth‑telling auntie at Thanksgiving. This Budtender Moment Is dedicated to as strain that’s has a name that instantly makes me think about things I liked growing up. The strain name is Oreoz.

Oreoz is an indica‑dominant hybrid. It’s the kind that looks sweet. Smells sweet. And then folds you like a church bulletin when the sermon runs long. It is a cross between Cookies & Cream x Secret Weapon. Cookies & Cream is a cross between Starfighter x Girl Scout Cookies (GSC). Secret Weapon is a cross between Chemdawg x Alien Technology. Oreoz is basically the grandchild who inherited the sweet tooth, the attitude, and the ability to nap anywhere.

Oreoz tastes like someone melted a s’more over a diesel engine in the best possible way. The flavor consists of toasted marshmallow, chocolate cookie crumble, sweet cream, earthy gas, and a hint of pepper on the exhale, It’s dessert with a backbone.

The terpene profile is  Caryophyllene, Limonene, Myrcene, and  depending on the grow, you may also see Linalool or Humulene peeking through. Oreoz is a comfort‑strain like a weighted blanket with opinions. Patients often reach for it to help with chronic stress, anxiety, insomnia, appetite loss, chronic pain, muscle tension, and mood instability. It’s an indica‑dominant hybrid with strong sedative tendencies. It’s best saved for evenings, off‑days, or when you’ve already taken your bra off.

Please keep in mind that depending on differences in grows depends on what area of the country it is grown in. Ther will also be slight differences depending on when, where the plant was grown. Thanks for reading! And keep blazin.’ Have you tried this strain?

Affirmation: I ground myself in sweetness, strength, and clarity. I allow comfort to find me. And I receive it without apology.

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Budtender Moment: Crunchberry Strain Review

“Cannabis doesn’t make you lazy. It make you reconsider the point of rushing.”

-Unknown

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to tell you about a strain known as Crunchberry.

Crunchberry is an indica-dominant hybrid cross between Triple OG x Blueberry. Triple OG is a 3-way cross  between Triangle Kush x Constantine x Master Yoda. Blueberry is a cross between Afghani x Thai. And this strain is both strong and tasty. I instantly got the taste of some type of berry. But before I could determine which one, that hard hitting cannabis hug enveloped me.

The top terpenes in this strain are Myrcene, Caryophyllene, and Pinene. Patients report relief from chronic pain, stress, anxiety, insomnia, and appetite loss. And I can definitely attest to all of these. This strain is powerful. And currently, the old “couch lock” is upon me. Accompanied by some hard-core munchies. If you need a strain that is strong enough to make you submissive, crunchberry will definitely get you there. Thanks for reading! Keep blazin.’

Affirmation: I allow the calming effect to wash over me, easing stress and opening up my focus.

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Aqua Net Warriors: The 80s Hair That Fought Back

“In the 80s, our hair wasn’t a style. It was a structural commitment, baby.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the Aqua Net. Fan the smoke alarm with a church bulletin. And may the Lord forgive every Southern woman who single‑handedly punched a hole in the ozone layer before she even made it to homeroom. Today we are not just talking about 80s hair. We are bearing witness. We are testifying. We are gathering at the altar of teased bangs, crispy curls, and hair so big it needed its own seatbelt. Let me paint you a picture.

It’s 1988. Your mama is in the bathroom at 5:45 AM. And already three Diet Cokes deep. Wearing a robe that has seen things no robe should ever see. She’s got a teasing comb in one hand. A can of Aqua Net in the other. And a look in her eye that says, “I will NOT let humidity win today. Not in this house. Not on my watch.”

The bathroom is fogged up like a Baptist sauna. The cat is hiding under the bed because it knows what’s coming. Your bangs are standing straight up like they’re trying to catch the Rapture early. And your mama? She’s whispering to herself like a woman possessed, “Just a little more height. Just a little more lift. Just a little more structural integrity.” This wasn’t hair styling. This was emotional warfare. This was Southern carpentry. This was aerodynamic rebellion. And we lived for it.

THE 10 HAIRSTYLES OF THE 80s THAT DESERVED THEIR OWN EMERGENCY RESPONSE TEAM

  • The Mall Bangs-Achieved by teasing your bangs until they resembled a tidal wave frozen mid‑crash. These bangs could block UV rays. Deflect insults. And possibly intercept Soviet radio transmissions.
  • The Perm That Never Quit-Tight curls so aggressive they could file a noise complaint. You didn’t get a perm. You entered a long‑term relationship with one.
  • The Feathered Farrah-Hair so swoopy it created its own wind patterns. If you turned your head too fast, you could knock over a toddler.
  • The Mullet-Business in the front. Felony in the back. The official haircut of men who owned at least one illegal firework.
  • The Crimped Catastrophe-Looked like your hair lost a fight with a waffle iron. Perfect for when you wanted to look electrocuted on purpose.
  • The Teased‑to‑Jesus Crown-The higher the hair, the closer to God. And we were practically sitting in His lap.
  • The Side Ponytail of Chaos-Because nothing says “I’m barely holding it together” like putting all your hair on one side of your head.
  • The Rat‑Tail-A hairstyle that proved not everyone should have access to scissors.
  • The Aqua‑Net Helmet-Hair so stiff you could’ve used it as a car jack. If you hugged someone, they risked a concussion.
  • The Glam‑Metal Mane-Hair so big it needed its own zip code and emotional support animal. If you walked behind someone with this hair, you needed a spotter.

And that is the gospel truth of 80s hair. A decade where every woman walked around with a hairstyle that could survive a tornado, a breakup, and a surprise visit from the pastor. A decade where we used enough hairspray to embalm a small horse. A decade when our bangs were so high they could’ve been used as a landmark.

We didn’t just style our hair. We engineered it. We architected it. We fought humidity with the fury of a thousand Southern grandmothers. And if that ain’t a legacy, I don’t know what is. Mic dropped like a can of Aqua Net rolling off the bathroom counter and denting the tile. Thanks for reading! Please post some 80s hair pictures.

Affirmation: I am bold. I am lifted. I am teased to perfection. No humidity formed against me shall prosper.

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Budtender Moment: Charlotte’s Web Strain Review

“Healing doesn’t always roar. Sometimes it whispers, ‘I’m here.’”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Let the smoke rise like a prayer for calm, clarity, and compassion. Today’s Budtender Moment isn’t just a strain review. It’s a story about a little girl. A family desperate for hope. And a group of growers who turned their craft into a calling. Charlotte’s Web isn’t just cannabis. It’s a chapter in medical history written in courage, community, and the quiet power of a plant that chose healing over hype.

Before Charlotte’s Web became a household name, it was simply a mission. Charlotte Figi, a young girl from Colorado, lived with a rare and severe form of epilepsy known as Dravet syndrome. By the time she was five, she was experiencing hundreds of seizures a week. Seizures that stole her childhood, mobility, and her family’s hope. Her parents tried everything. Diets. Medications. Experimental treatments. Nothing worked.

Then came the Stanley Brothers. A group of Colorado cultivators who were quietly working on a high-CBD, low-THC hemp strain. It wasn’t flashy. It wasn’t psychoactive. It wasn’t meant for recreational shelves. It was meant for healing.

When Charlotte’s parents reached out, the brothers agreed to help. They refined and stabilized a phenotype that delivered CBD in powerful, consistent levels. With almost no THC. The results were immediate and life-changing. Charlotte’s seizures dropped dramatically. Giving her back pieces of her life that had been stolen. In her honor, the brothers named the strain Charlotte’s Web. A tribute to the little girl whose bravery reshaped the medical cannabis landscape. Her story opened doors. Changed laws. And sparked a global conversation about compassionate access.

Charlotte’s Web isn’t built like typical cannabis strains. Its lineage is intentionally therapeutic. And some say that there are no exact genetic lineage that has ever been released. And the strain varies from being a high CBD strain that is sativa leaning. And some say that it’s a more balanced hybrid. Some sources report that this strain is a cross between Industrial Hemp × High-CBD Landrace Genetics. The second generation of genetic lineage is possibly CBD-Dominant Phenotype × CBD-Dominant Phenotype. The Stanley Brothers refined the line to ensure ultra-low THC and consistently high CBD expression. These were specifically selected for cannabinoid stability. Not psychoactivity.

Charlotte’s Web tastes like a morning walk before the world wakes up. It consists of earthy sweetness, soft pine, light citrus peel, and herbal warmth. It’s gentle, grounding, and quietly comforting.

Charlotte’s Web expresses a gentle, grounding terpene bouquet. And the only information I’ve found about a possible terpene profile consists of Myrcene, Pinene, Caryophyllene, and Limonene. It’s the botanical equivalent of a deep exhale. Charlotte’s Web is one of the most medically respected strains in the world. Patients reach for this strain when they need seizure support, anxiety, inflammation, chronic pain, mood, focus, and body relaxation without sedation. It’s the strain people reach for when they want to feel functional, steady, and safe. 

I have personally tried this strain in another area of the country. This strain where not my typical heavy indica, works extremely well for m And unfortunately, there is nowhere in the area where I currently live that carries this strain. No matter what condition you’re trying to treat. I highly recommend this strain for anything. If you need something heavier at night, have that on standby. But this strain works very well for daytime use. And no matter what your experience level, you will find relief in Charlotte’s Web.

Please keep in mind that depending on differences in grows depends on what area of the country it is grown in. Ther will also be slight differences depending on when, where the plant was grown. Thanks for reading! And keep blazin.’ Have you tried this strain?

Affirmation: I honor my body’s need for peace. I welcome calm into every corner of my life.

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Rotary Phones: The Original Escape Room Challenge

“Gen X: Because someone had to survive the 80s so the rest of y’all could have feelings.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. We’re about to summon the spirits of Gen X. We were the only generation that survived metal playground equipment, unfiltered hose water, and parents who thought “supervision” was something only rich people did.

Let’s talk about the 80s. The decade where every child was basically a free‑range chicken with a bike. And nothing captures the chaos of our upbringing better than the rotary phone. That thing wasn’t just a communication device. It was the first escape room. A psychological puzzle. A patience test. A spiritual trial. A full‑body workout. A rite of passage.

Listen. If you didn’t grow up in the 80s, you will never understand the emotional damage of mis‑dialing the last number on a rotary phone. You’d get all the way to the ninth digit. Your finger trembling. Your soul leaving your body. And then slip. Back to the beginning. Do not pass go. Do not collect $200. Do not call your friend to see if they can come outside.

Rotary phones were the original “Are you smart enough to escape this room?” challenge. Except the room was your grandmother’s kitchen. The puzzle was a plastic wheel from 1952. And the prize was getting to talk to someone whose mom might pick up and yell, “Hello? Who is this?” And Gen X? We were forged in that fire.

We survived:

  • Phone cords long enough to lasso a sibling, a dog, and a passing station wagon.
  • Busy signals, which were basically the universe saying, “try again later, loser.”
  • Parents screaming “Get off the phone, I’m expecting a call!” even though they weren’t.
  • The fear of calling a friend and having their dad answer with a voice that sounded like he ate gravel for breakfast.

Kids today will never know the terror of dialing a crush’s house and praying their mother didn’t answer with the tone of a woman who had already raised three children and was done.

And while we’re at it, Gen X childhood wasn’t just rotary phones. It was metal slides hot enough to brand livestock. Monkey bars designed by someone who hated children. Halloween costumes made of plastic so flammable they violated the Geneva Convention. Riding in the back of pickup trucks like we were in a Marlboro commercial. Snacks made of 98% Red Dye No. 5. Being left alone for 12 hours with nothing but a bike, a stick, and a vague sense of danger.

We didn’t have helicopter parents. We had “figure it out” parents. We didn’t have screen time limits. We had “go outside and don’t come back until the streetlights come on.” We didn’t have anxiety. We had character development. And now? We’re raising kids who need a snack, a water bottle, a fidget toy, a weighted blanket, and three emotional support apps just to go to Target.

So yes. We are Gen X. We survived rotary phones, lawn darts, metal slides, Satanic Panic, latchkey childhood, and parents who thought seatbelts were “optional suggestions.” We escaped the escape room. We solved the puzzle. We lived to tell the tale. And now we’re out here trying to raise children who cry if the Wi‑Fi blinks for three seconds.

Meanwhile, we’re still laughing. Still standing. Still unbothered. Because we were raised by chaos, danger, and a phone that required upper‑body strength. Cord tangled. Streetlights on. Gen X forever. Thanks for reading! What do you remember about growing up in the 80’s?

Affirmation: “I am a resilient, sarcastic, rotary‑phone‑forged masterpiece. And nothing in this modern world can intimidate me.”

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Budtender Moment: Cobra Chi #2 Strain Review

“Legalize it? I already did-in my living room.”

-Unknown

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to tell you about a strain that brings back the fond memories of the 1980’s. And how many of us Gen X individuals could ever forget the movie Karate Kid? Mr. Miyagi, Daniel Laruso, and his redemption from being the one who was bullied. To the one who showed us what hard work, trust and discipline could accomplish by the ultimate underdog. 

Cobra Chi #2 is a 70/30 sativa-dominant hybrid that is a cross of Margwa #1 x Chimera #3. Margwa #1 is a strain that is not publicly documented. Therefore, I don’t have a direct lineage for this strain. Chimera #3 is a balanced hybrid cross between Chimera x White Truffle. Looking at these genetics Margwa #1 must have a sativa-dominance in its genetics somewhere.

The top terpenes for this strain are D-Limonene, Linalool, Myrcene, and Caryophyllene. Patients report relief from conditions such as chronic stress, chronic pain, depression, migraines, mood swings, ADD/ADHD, headaches, and nausea. This strain, in my opinion, is very mild. And it is a strain that can be enjoyed by all. Thanks for reading! Keep blazin.’

Affirmation: I water myself from the bottom up to grow deep roots like a strong mother plant.

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