Acapulco Gold
SativaBurnt toffee and warm earth, a legend out of Guerrero.
Golden. Clean, happy energy that gets you off the couch.
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Energy studio and 420 smoke lounge
Twenty-five on the shelf. Hybrids are marked with the side they lean toward. Start wherever your day is.
Bright and awake. Daylight, a playlist, things still to do.
Burnt toffee and warm earth, a legend out of Guerrero.
Golden. Clean, happy energy that gets you off the couch.
Lemon and sandalwood spice over old-school skunk.
First light. Fast lift and easy conversation. The classic wake and bake.
Lemon zest and sugar with a vanilla cream finish.
Clear headed. Lifts the mood without taking the afternoon.
Sharp citrus peel over a low hum of gas.
Talkative. Clean lift, keeps you upright and social.
Sweet blueberry with a soft herbal edge.
Creative. Gentle, familiar, never overstays.
Sweet anise and pine over a doughy cookie backbone.
Up and moving. Enough body underneath to stay comfortable.
Berry candy and vanilla cream, a little sour gas at the end.
Playful. Creative and social, with a soft landing.
Full bodied. These are the ones that take over the evening.
Strawberry and cream with a faint skunk underneath.
Easy. Happy and warm, soft landing at the end.
Red candy and cherry, fruit punch on the exhale.
Loud. Cheerful and a little restless. Best with music on.
Cherry candy and sour citrus, black pepper on the finish.
Fast start. Giddy and focused off the first pull, then it mellows out.
Blue raspberry candy and crushed grape.
Giggly. The one to open when there is company.
Sweet cream and dark berry, floral over an earthy base.
Couch talk. Giggly and chatty while it slowly sinks you in.
Sharpie funk and soap over candied gas.
Fast then heavy. Euphoric off the top, settles into the chair.
Savory garlic and funk, sweet cookie on the finish.
Deep in the body. Pairs with food and low lighting.
Diesel and dark fruit with a peppery finish.
Heavier than it looks. Sit down before this one.
Slow and weighted. Put the phone down first.
Pungent pine and diesel with cocoa underneath.
Sticky. Clears the rest of your evening for you.
Grape jam and vanilla cake, a little spice at the end.
Smitten. Warm and heavy lidded, in no hurry to go anywhere.
Grape candy and blueberry muffin, vanilla at the end.
Dessert. Sweet, then sleep.
Earthy pine and sweet resin, unchanged since 1985.
The off switch. Nothing clever, it just works.
Flower with everything on it. Snow caps wear a coat of THC crystals, moon rocks are dipped in concentrate and rolled in kief. Far stronger than anything above, so start with half.
Pure diesel with a sour citrus snap and a little skunk.
Electric. Fast and cerebral, with more lift than you planned on.
Pink grapefruit and sweet tropical fruit, tart at the end.
Sunny. Upbeat and focused. Burns slow and stays with you.
Sharp chemical funk and earthy pine over sour gas.
Heady. Lands in the mind first, then settles into the body.
Sweet sherbet and lavender with a peppery, gassy finish.
Melted. Warm and euphoric. Holds you in place for a long while.
Concord grape and ripe berry over sweet earth.
Weighted blanket. Stress falls off, the snacks come out, then sleep.
Old-school hash and dark earth, with a curl of incense.
Lights out. The heaviest thing on the menu. Plan to stay put.
House blends. Two strains in one paper, rolled and tested here first. The list grows as the experiments land.
Strawberry Shortcake and Illemonati, split with American Spirit. Sweet and creamy up front, then a lemon zing that tickles the tongue.
Slow burn. Named the night a French movie bent the screen. Best enjoyed slowly, with good company and nowhere to be.
La película
A man rides across Paris in a white limousine for a whole day. At every stop he steps out as someone new, with a different life to play before the next appointment.
Holy Motors 2012 🇫🇷 🇩🇪
Slurty and Artificial Red, split with a light sprinkle of The Good Stuff Gold. Sweet cream and dark berry, then cherry candy and fruit punch on the exhale.
Happy accident. The grinder was already loaded, so it got rolled anyway. Named the night a war movie forgot it was a movie. Giggly and a little loud, then it slowly sinks you in.
La película
Spoiled Hollywood actors fly to Southeast Asia to shoot a war movie. When the danger turns real, nobody notices, and the star keeps performing for the cameras.
Tropic Thunder 2008 🇺🇸 🇩🇪 🇬🇧