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Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, we’re talking about a strain so unserious, so fruity, so spiritually chaotic that it walked into my house, looked around, and said, “Oh, y’all don’t have snacks? Tragic.”
Melon Bar didn’t just enter my life. It burst in like a Southern auntie wearing a sundress, hoop earrings, and a personal vendetta against humidity. The moment I cracked the jar, the aroma hit me with the exact energy of a church lady saying, “I brought a little something,” and then unveiling a dessert that could end generational curses.
This strain smells like someone blended cantaloupe, honeydew, and the kind of optimism I only feel after paying a bill early. It’s fruity, creamy, and suspiciously cheerful like a popsicle that knows too much.
Melon Bar is a cross between Watermelon Zkittlez × Ice Cream Cake, which explains why it tastes like a fruit salad that went to private school. Watermelon Zkittlez brings the tropical sweetness, Ice Cream Cake brings the creamy calm, and together they create a hybrid that feels like a beach vacation you didn’t have to plan. The flavor? Imagine a melon smoothie that got its tax return. Imagine a fruit bar that discovered therapy. Imagine a Jolly Rancher that learned boundaries. That’s Melon Bar.
The effects hit like a warm breeze telling you to unclench your jaw, drink some water, and stop arguing with people who don’t even recycle. It’s uplifting without being chaotic, relaxing without turning you into a couch fossil. Perfect for cleaning your house, reorganizing your life, or staring at your cat like they’re the reincarnation of a wise forest spirit.
Top terpenes in this strain include Limonene, Myrcene, and Caryophyllene, which is basically the Holy Trinity of “I’m chill, but I still have things to do.” Patients report relief from stress, mood swings, tension, and that specific kind of irritability that comes from dealing with humans.
Melon Bar is the strain you smoke when you want to feel like a fruity cloud drifting through your responsibilities with grace, humor, and a snack in your hand. It’s sweet, it’s silly, and it hits like a popsicle that believes in your potential.
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 am calm, collected, and spiritually lifted, floating through life like a gummy that kicked in early.”
“I am one minor inconvenience away from becoming a cryptid who lives in the woods and only appears to steal Wi-Fi.”
-This Puzzled Life
Light the charcoal. If we Gen Xers are gonna summon our inner Badass Affirmations, we need fire, smoke, and at least one neighbor peeking over the fence wondering if we’re starting a cookout or an exorcism. (Honestly, could be both. Depends on the day and the humidity.)
Listen, Gen Xers. We are the generation that survived lead paint, lawn darts, and riding in the back of pickup trucks at 70 mph. And parents who thought “therapy” was a sign of demonic possession. We are the middle children of America. The duct tape holding this country together. While Boomers argue on Facebook. Ok, I do argue on Facebook too. And Millennials cry into their oat milk. And now? Now we’re supposed to “affirm” ourselves like we’re soft, gentle beings who believe the universe is listening. Well, the universe is listening. But she’s got AirPods in. And she’s halfway through a true crime podcast.
So, today’s affirmations are not soft. They’re not gentle. They’re not written in pastel fonts with butterflies. No ma’am. These are Badass Affirmations for Today’s Gen Xers. They are forged in sarcasm. Raised on MTV. And baptized in the holy waters of “I don’t have time for this mess.” And yes, we’re doing it with Southern sass. Queer sparkle. And a healthy side-eye toward the conservative Christians. Who, ironically, swear Jesus hates everything except casseroles and Hobby Lobby.
Let us begin with the First Commandment of Gen X Badassery.
1. Thou shalt not let anyone born after 1995 tell you how to live.
If a 22-year-old tries to explain “self-care” to you, simply nod. Smile. And remember you once moisturized with St. Ives Apricot Scrub and survived.
2. Thou shalt embrace the chaos.
We are the generation that watched our parents scream about Satanic Panic while we listened to Madonna and played Dungeons & Dragons. Chaos is our birthright. We don’t run from it. We season it. Fry it. And serve it with sweet tea.
3. Thou shalt not be guilt-tripped by hypocrites.
If someone clutching a Bible tries to shame you for existing, remind them Jesus hung out with prostitutes, tax collectors, and fishermen. Not HOA presidents. And if they still don’t get it, bless their heart and move on. (Bless their heart = Southern for “I hope your casserole burns.”)
4. Thou shalt affirm thyself with the confidence of a drag queen at a Baptist potluck.
You are not too old. You are not too tired. You are not too anything. You are a Gen Xer. We were forged in sarcasm. Fueled by caffeine. And held together by ibuprofen and spite.
5. Thou shalt remember that Gen X invented minding your business.
We walked home alone after school. We raised ourselves on microwaved pizza rolls. We learned to fix emotional trauma with sarcasm and a mixtape. We do not need Karen from church telling us how to parent, pray, or process our trauma.
6. Thou shalt embrace your gay sass, even if your mee-maw still calls it “your little personality.”
Honey, shine. Shimmer. Sparkle like a disco ball at a revival tent. If they don’t like it, they can go read Leviticus and leave you alone.
7. Thou shalt affirm your worth even when your back pops like bubble wrap every time you stand up.
You are still hot. You are still powerful. You are still the generation that survived dial-up internet. You can survive anything.
So, light the charcoal. Gen X is not just for ambiance. But as a spiritual act of rebellion. Let that smoke rise like our collective patience leaving our bodies every time someone under 30 says, “OK boomer.” And we have to remind them we are the generation that invented eye‑rolling, sarcasm, and emotional detachment as a coping mechanism.
Stand tall in your Crocs. Your orthopedic inserts. Your “I swear I used to be fun” hoodie. Lift your chin with the confidence of someone who survived dial‑up, Reaganomics, and parents who thought seatbelts were “optional suggestions.” Declare your affirmations with the boldness of a queer Southerner walking into a conservative church potluck carrying a rainbow Jell‑O mold and a smile that says, “Yes, Brenda, I am the agenda.”
Let your voice boom like a Baptist preacher who just found out the choir director is gay (again). Let your spirit shine like Aqua Net on prom night. Let your boundaries be firmer than your lower back when it locks up at 6 a.m. for no reason.
Because you, my darling Gen X legend, are a walking contradiction of grit, glitter, trauma, triumph, sarcasm, and survival. You are the generation that raised yourself. Therapized yourself. Caffeinated yourself. And resurrected yourself more times than Jesus’ PR team could keep up with.
You are the duct tape holding this country together. You are the middle child of America who learned to thrive in chaos. You are the badass who can say “bless your heart” with 47 different meanings. And all of them legally binding.
And if anyone tries to dim your shine or question your worth or tell you you’re “too old” for something, smile sweetly. Take a deep breath. Channel your ancestors. Your inner drag queen. Your inner grunge‑era rage. And your inner Southern auntie who keeps a flask in her purse. Then say, with holy conviction, “I survived the 80s, the 90s, and three decades of other people’s nonsense. I am not the one.”
Now go forth, Gen X. Be bold. Be loud. Be unbothered. Be the badass affirmation the world needs. And may your charcoal always light on the first try. Thanks for reading! Does this blog feel “right on the money” for our generation?
Affirmation: I am a Gen X masterpiece. I’m sarcastically blessed. Spiritually moisturized. And too seasoned to be shaken by amateurs.
“Some strains hit like a freight train. Donutz hits like a bakery door opening at 6 a.m. It is warm, sweet, and full of promise.”
-This Puzzled Life
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Today we’re stepping into the pastry case of the cannabis gods. And Donutz is the strain that shows up glazed. Iced. And ready to testify.
Donutz is a balanced hybrid. It’s a cross between Gelato × Zkittlez. Gelato is a cross between Sunset Sherbet × Thin Mint GSC. Zkittlez is a cross between Grape Ape × Grapefruit. This strain is not too couch‑locking. And not too sky‑rocketing. It’s just the right kind of “I can still function but also don’t ask me to do math” middle ground. It’s the strain you reach for when you want sweetness without chaos. Calm without sedation. And vibes without the existential spiral. This is basically the cannabis version of a family reunion where everyone brought a casserole and not a single one disappointed.
Donutz tastes like somebody melted a box of fruit‑glazed pastries in the backseat of a warm car in the best possible way. It has the flavors of sweet berry icing, vanilla dough, light citrus drizzle, and a warm, creamy finish that feels like a hug from a Southern auntie who calls everyone “baby.” It’s dessert-forward without being sticky. Loud without being obnoxious. And smooth enough to make you close your eyes on the exhale.
Major terpenes are Limonene, Caryophyllene, and Linalool. Together they create a terpene trio that says, “You’re safe. You’re held. And also, you deserve a treat.” Medical Benefits include stress relief, anxiety reduction, mild to moderate pain relief, mood elevation, and creative focus. It’s a strain that smooths the edges without erasing the day.
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 allow sweetness into my life without apology. I deserve softness, joy, and moments that taste like peace.
“Some strains whisper. Mad Maxx kicks the door in and asks who’s been messing with the thermostat.”
-This Puzzled Life
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Now listen. The moment I opened the jar of Mad Maxx, the air shifted like somebody had just walked in with breaking news and a personal vendetta. This strain didn’t just smell loud. It filed a noise complaint against me.
It came out the container with the exact energy of a Mississippi woman in a gas station parking lot saying, “I ain’t tryin’ to start nothin.’ But I will finish it.” Before I even sparked it, my living room turned into a full‑blown post‑apocalyptic swap meet run by people who own too many power tools and absolutely no fear. Somewhere in the distance, an engine revved like the universe was preparing me for a plot twist.
Mad Maxx is a 60/40 sativa-hybrid that does not believe in easing you into anything. It’s a strain that is a cross between Amnesia Haze × Top 44. Amnesia is a Haze is a sativa‑dominant hybrid created from a blend of classic landrace lines of Jamaican Sativa, South Asian Sativa, Afghani (Indica), Hawaiian, Cambodian and Thai. Top 44 is a cross between Skunk #1 × Viking.
It hits like someone handed your nervous system a leather jacket and said, “Drive ’til the nonsense stops.” The flavor profile includes diesel, earthy, and a whisper of “I should not be operating machinery.” And The undertones of “I’m about to reorganize my entire life at 2 a.m.”
The effects of this strain are like a euphoria that feels like outrunning a dust storm. Focus sharp enough to alphabetize intrusive thoughts. Creativity that whispers, “What if we built something dangerous but useful.” And a mood elevation strong enough to survive a family group text.
The top terpenes in this strain are Myrcene, Caryophyllene, and Limonene. Patients report relief from stress relief, pain reduction, emotional resilience, and people who say, “I’ll be fine” and absolutely are not.
Mad Maxx is the strain you smoke when you want to feel like you just survived a dust storm, won a bar fight you didn’t start, and processed your entire childhood. All before the biscuits finish browning. If you’re looking for delicate, subtle, floral energy, this is not your strain. This is the one that kicks the saloon doors of your brain open and hollers: “Who’s ready for some character development?”
Mad Maxx is your new spiritual advisor, life coach, and emotional support warlord. Minus the paperwork. 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 can handle whatever today throws at me like dust storms, plot twists, and all. I stay grounded, I stay steady, and I finish what I start.”
“Some strains quiet the room. Ice Cream Lights quiets the soul.”
-This Puzzled Life
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Today we’re calling in a strain that feels like somebody took a summer carnival, a neon-lit ice cream truck, and a cosmic daydream and churned them all together until they glowed. The strain is Ice Cream Lights.
Ice Cream Lights is an indica-dominant hybrid. The kind that doesn’t knock you out. But absolutely tells you to sit down somewhere and hush. This strain is a cross between Ice Cream Cake × Northern Lights. Ice Cream Cake is a cross between Gelato #33 × Wedding Cake. Northern Lights is a cross of Afghani Landrace × Thai Landrace. This is dessert-meets-ancestral-medicine-cabinet energy. Sweetness from the Gelato line, grounding from the Afghani roots, and that unmistakable Northern Lights hush-your-spirit glow.
Ice Cream Lights tastes like someone froze a vanilla bean cloud. Dipped it in sugar crystals. And then waved it over a pine forest at dusk. Expect the tastes of vanilla cream, sweet dough, light pine, and a cool, almost minty exhale. It’s dessert-forward without being sticky, and the finish is clean enough to make you go back for a second hit just to confirm you didn’t imagine it.
The terpene profile for this strain is Limonene, Caryophyllene, and Linalool. Together they create that “I’m not high. I’m just vibing in 4K resolution” effect. Ice Cream Lights is a comfort strain. It’s the kind you reach for when your nervous system is acting like it’s late for church. Patients report getting relief from stress, anxiety, mild-to-moderate pain, muscle tension, mood, and sleep support without immediate sedation. Perfect for the end of a long day when you want to feel like a human again. Not a frantic tumbleweed rolling through life.
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 soften. I settle. I glow from the inside out. My peace is non-negotiable.
“What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Negative energy go away. Today, I want to tell you about a refreshing strain called Sorbet Haze.
Sorbet Haze is considered an indica-dominant hybrid. It is believed to be a phenotype of Sunset Sherbert. And there is also an idea that this strain may contain the genetics of Purple Push Pop x Jealousy, Ice Cream Cake x Sunset Sherbet Bx1 x Jealousy F2, or Sherbert Bx1 x Gelato 41. However, the exact genetics are unknown. The minute the inhale hits you, it’s nothing but a fruity creaminess that invades your taste buds.
Top Terpenes for this strain are B-Caryophyllene, Linalool, Limonene, Myrcene, and Humulene. Patients report relief from anxiety, stress, and PTSD. This strain is very similar to the strain Triple Scoop. But this one is an all-around great tasting and nice potency. Please keep in mind that each grow will be different and the flower’s effects, terpenes and genetics will slightly differ depending on which region of the country that the plant is grown. Thanks for reading! Keep blazin.’
“Awareness isn’t comfortable, but neither is grief. Choose the discomfort that saves lives.”
-This Puzzled Life
Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Today, we’re talking about Fentanyl Awareness. And Lord knows some folks need more than sage. They need a whole spiritual intervention. A PowerPoint and maybe a smack from an ancestor with a wooden spoon.
We’re still living in a world where people think fentanyl is something that happens to “other families,” “other communities,” or “those people over there.” Fentanyl doesn’t care about your zip code. Your Bible study attendance record. Or how many casseroles you’ve delivered to the church potluck. It is an equal-opportunity destroyer. And yet, some folks still clutch their pearls and say, “Well, if people didn’t do drugs.” Sweetheart, if ignorance burned calories, half this country would be runway-ready.
Fentanyl isn’t a moral issue. It’s a public health crisis. A grief generator. And a silent killer that slips into communities like humidity in Mississippi. It comes uninvited. Suffocating. And everywhere. But sure, let’s keep pretending it’s just a “bad choice” problem. And just for shits and giggles, I’ll say that bombing people in fishing boats that are clearly are not transporting this substance is not an answer to the problem.
Fentanyl doesn’t knock. It doesn’t ask permission. It doesn’t wait until you’re ready to have your life rearranged. It shows up like a tornado in the middle of a sunny day. It’s fast. Violent. And leaves you standing in the wreckage while wondering how the hell everything changed in seconds.
People aren’t overdosing because they’re weak. They’re overdosing because fentanyl is 50 times stronger than heroin. And 100 times stronger than morphine. They’re overdosing because it’s being mixed into substances without their knowledge. They’re overdosing because the world is heavy. Trauma is real. And coping mechanisms don’t magically appear with a bow on top.
But try telling that to the folks who think addiction is a “willpower issue.” These are the same people who can’t resist a clearance sale at Hobby Lobby. But somehow believe others should resist a chemically engineered substance designed to hijack the brain.
Addiction is not a character flaw. It’s not a spiritual failure. It’s not a lack of discipline. It’s a medical condition. A trauma response. And sometimes a desperate attempt to feel anything other than pain.
And fentanyl? It’s the predator waiting in the shadows. Families are burying children. Parents are burying parents. Communities are burying potential futures and dreams. And still some folks would rather cling to judgment than compassion. Because compassion requires effort. Judgment is free and easy like drive-thru theology.
So, here’s the truth that’s wrapped in Southern sass and tied with a bow of reality. Fentanyl doesn’t care about your opinions. It doesn’t care about your politics. It doesn’t care about your moral superiority complex. But we should care. We should care enough to talk about it. We should care enough to educate ourselves. We should care enough to stop pretending this crisis is happening in some faraway land to people we’ll never meet.
Fentanyl is already here. It’s in our towns, our schools, families, and our communities. And pretending otherwise won’t save a single life. And for the love of all things holy, open your eyes. Denial has never saved anyone. Awareness does. Compassion does. Action does. Try not to trip over it on your way back to reality. Thanks for reading! What are your thoughts?
Affirmation: I choose compassion over judgment. Truth over denial. And awareness over silence. My voice matters. And so does every life touched by this crisis.
“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.
“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.
“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.
