^{I got the best bud I've had in a while...}

Tasting Notes and Aromatics:

The unique flavor that defines this strain came as a complete surprise. I bought the goods packaged, completely unaware of how it would appear it would smell or taste. In fact, I found it weird my bud tender wouldn't let me see it, but I digress.

I got "rapper weed".

Rich aromas, violet tones. I was not disappointed in the slightest. In fact, a crop of Pink Certz won a competition in San Francisco. How bad could that be?

Now, despite being a cross between The Menthol and Grape Gasoline, my sense picked up on the grape notes the most. A tinge of fuel could be interpreted as well, though this taste did not stand out during my consumption.

Now I could understand how one might, but I did not taste chemical, albeit more fruit, like the grape taste. Sweet, almost in terms of the nectar of fruits and vegetables, I didn't exactly find that sugary of a base.

^{Maybe I oughta reduce some bud for canna-butter. Any thoughts my fellow tokers?}

Effect and Experience:

Allow me to unpack the highs and lows of this green I got right here. The psychoactive aspect of this particular breed of drug agrees with this author.

I found it both invigorating and calming simultaneously. I attribute this to the hybrid nature of this herb. It certainly reduces your urgency, the plant. Yet, at the same time, other activities enjoy an increase in pace. I thought I could write all night with a couple huffs. Though, at first, the puffs helped me sit back, relax and behold the world before me.

I know some cats who don't like smoking, but the overall experience this strain offers compels my commentary. Pink Certz uplifts and elevates, without tiring or inducing sleep. This is critical. Some strains are so effective, they sit you down for the evening. Not this case here, I am pleased to share.

It doesn't affect energy negatively. And while I am one who's susceptible to suggestion, I report that you don't end up "stoned", or stuck to the couch after some exchanges with this fauna.

In fact, look forward to changes in your creativity. It benefits, as the mind becomes excited, but not hurried or incensed.

Cultivation and Appearance:

I am in love with the fact that, without sight, I purchased purple weed. These days, I look at a screen for long hours, seated. I get up, of course, to kick my soccer ball about and prance around the room. So, not only am I pleased with the color, the physical effects feel really good.

While I would love to detail the growing conditions, I had no part in that process. The purple tones of this strain, however, I leave to my readers to chime in how that might have come to pass.

I may not know how it was grown, but the royal colors you see aren't just for show. The taste of sweet fruit and grape notes exceed expectations.

What's more, the bud makes the kid feel good. How good? I obliterated my hamstrings with two exercises last week: goblet squats and Bulgarian split squats.

The upside: neither exercise created enough soreness that the strain could not mitigate. I even felt spry enough to start working out after the first hit, if I wasn't so orbital.

I Don't Kid; I Hate Shake

Perhaps, I exaggerate with my language. Truthfully, however, I do not like the sticks and seeds in the scraps that dispensaries sum up to sell you. Half off or not, the prospect is more of a ripoff.

I can shake off any of my concerns with dispensaries and their sale of residuals, because I was gifted a lovely amount of the dense, mauve nuggets you see pictured in this post.

^{Can't figure for the life of me why it's called Pink Certz, though...}