Triangle Mints Delete

The Origin Story (a.k.a. How Florida Gas Met Cookie Dough)

Picture this: Triangle Kush—the swampy, gas-chugging OG from Florida’s sketchy triangle—gets drunk at a dispensary mixer and hooks up with Animal Mints. Their baby, Triangle Mints, pops out looking like a Christmas tree dipped in sugar. Growers then hunted 47 phenos until one said, “Hold my trichomes” and hit 28% THC. That pheno got nicknamed Delete because it literally deletes your ability to function. West Coast cultivators have been hoarding cuts like NFTs since 2018.

Effects: From Zero to Horizontal in 3 Puffs

First 5 minutes: cerebral minty tickle behind the eyes, like a York Peppermint Patty doing parkour. Minute 6: your phone feels 400 lbs and texting mom back becomes a 2025 problem. Minute 10: your couch achieves gravitational singularity and Netflix asks if you’re still watching—yes, but only because blinking is cardio now. Medical patients call it off-switch; recreational users call it Wednesday evening.

Flavor & Aroma: Grandma’s Kitchen After a Gas Leak

Crack the jar and get slapped with Thin-Mint-meets-kerosene terps. On the inhale: cool peppermint, cookie dough, and a whisper of pine-sol. On the exhale: OG funk so loud it sets off car alarms. Lab nerds detect limonene, caryophyllene, and myrcene doing the tango, while ocimene provides the minty high notes. Pro tip: if your grinder smells like a Girl Scout in a racecar, you got the real Delete.

Growing This Beast (Hope You Like Trimming)

Delete grows like it’s got something to prove—tight internodes, golf-ball nugs, and trichomes stacked like crypto miners. Expect 8-9 weeks of flower and a smell so loud you’ll need carbon filters rated for Chernobyl. Cold nights bring out purple flares prettier than a Barney rage quit. Yields are solid if you train early; ignore LST and she’ll turn into a resinous hedgehog. Clone-only, so find a friend—or a sketchy dude on Discord.

Medical (a.k.a. Doctor Prescribed Ctrl+Z)

Patients use Delete for insomnia, chronic pain, and anxiety that won’t shut up. One bowl = the off-button for racing thoughts. PTSD? More like PT-Snooze. Side effects include profound respect for furniture and forgetting what you walked into the kitchen for. Not ideal if your to-do list includes operating forklifts or parenting toddlers.

Who Should Smoke This?

Perfect for connoisseurs chasing face-melting potency, gamers who need to actually pause, and anyone whose FitBit just gives up. Avoid if you have a Zoom call in the next 3 hours, a low tolerance, or any ambition whatsoever. Pair with pajamas, cereal, and a 12-hour sleep debt.