Rotten Fruit Cocktail

Overview

A 70/30 indica whose lineage reads like a ransom note from a mad botanist. Expect couch-lock so aggressive it should charge you rent and a bouquet that walks the line between “artisanal smoothie” and “evidence in a fruit-fly homicide.”

Effects

Starts with a citrus slap that feels like being maced by a Tropicana carton, then dives straight into full-body sedation. You’ll be scrolling Netflix with the enthusiasm of a sloth on Ambien, finally settling on Planet Earth because the narrator’s voice is now your spirit guide.

Flavor & Aroma

Imagine fermented pineapple doing karaoke with overripe berries in a damp basement. Top notes: tropical funk. Heart notes: “is that mango or gym socks?” Finish: a sweet, skunky exhale that lingers like a drunk friend who won’t leave the party.

Growing Notes

Labs clock yields at 450–550 g/m², assuming you don’t kill it with love. These dense, purple-tinted nugs are resin factories—trichome density in the top 5% of indicas, so wear gloves or your fingers will look like you fist-bumped a disco ball.

Medical Uses

Perfect for insomnia that laughs at melatonin, or anxiety that needs to be smothered in a weighted blanket of THC. Also recommended for anyone who wants to temporarily forget what day it is, what pants are, and why humans stand upright.

Who It’s For

Seasoned stoners chasing a 25% THC napalm drop, flavor chasers who enjoy risk, and anyone whose idea of a fruit salad includes existential dread. Novices, maybe split a bowl with three friends and a safety word.