Plutonium

A dry, woody opening: pine bark, packed earth and a black pepper that warms the tongue straight away. Mid-palate the resin thickens and lets a petrol note slip through, that ‘gas’ side Kush regulars spot on the first draw. The finish changes the lighting: lime zest, crisp and tangy. Caryophyllene handles the pepper, myrcene the earth, limonene the bright spell. At the office, someone mentioned ‘fission on the palate’. We confiscated their badge.

The bag opens onto a sawmill: freshly cut wood, sawdust, bark. Two seconds later, pepper and a hint of petrol join in, like an old garage parked in the middle of a pine forest. Right at the back, a flash of lemon stops the whole thing from turning heavy. Critical mass is reached in ten seconds: the whole room knows. The intern asked for iodine tablets. We explained CBD to them again, with drawings.

A big bud lying on its side, domed at one end, sloping gently at the other. On a moss-green base, a tangle of rust-coloured pistils gives it a coppery sheen, and a small soft-green leaf pokes out of the ridge. In macro, the pistils coil like springs through a carpet of translucent trichomes, with patches turning honey-gold. Clean trim, dense under the fingers. It looks like a lump of ore. Real plutonium comes out of a reactor, not a mine, but let's not split hairs.