As Winnie the Pooh said: “Oh Bother!”
In this case, that is because the Breeder of this herbal confection deigned not to share with us the lineage of this strain. I am sure it was done with the good intention of protecting their good work and livelihood, however, it does leave us bereft of the joy of geeking over the ancestry.
Nevertheless, as they say, “the Nose Knows”, and my very knowing nose knows that when I whiff this strain, I can
guess some of what the Breeder chose: I spy with my little olfactory cells that Girl Scout Cookie DNA is one source of these smells.
These rock hard purple pebbles are not the strongest, nor do their effects last the longest, rather one quite supposes that one wants to take another toke, purely for aesthetic indulgence and that is no joke!
Tastewise, no surprise, these flowers make your taste buds feel funny, shades and echoes of some golden honey, most assuredly worth the money!
As for effect, I am compelled to say it’s not quite creeper level of delay, but a steady increase, a measured progression (like how a Tesla accelerates compared to a manual transmission).
The Pooh isn’t perfect, cuz none of us are.
(If you order some now we will deliver it by car.)
The Pooh is delicious, makes you mellow like Eeyore.
Like a balloon you’ll get high, and still want to smoke more.
I personally vouch for the high quality of this cannabis, grown by bearded hippies deep in the Santa Cruz Mountains, nestled amidst the redwood trees.
As always, if you have any further questions or wish to discuss this delicious flower, you may email me at: firstname.lastname@example.org.