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Hillbilly Crack
$50.00
Strain Type: Sativa-Dominant Hybrid
THCa: This Strain may make you consider a Gloves-off Wrastlin’ Match with a Four-Wheeler.
CBD: What the ‘F’ is That??…
Welcome to the high side of the holler. Hillbilly Crack ain’t your city cousin’s boutique weed with a fancy French name. This is raw, rowdy backwoods firepower—bred in the hills, born to raise hell, and loud enough to wake your ancestors. Builds into a full-body joyride with enough euphoria to make you wave at your ex-wife like y’all are still friends. One hit and you’ll be stomping a grin so fine it makes humidity look weak.
Flavor Profile:
Bright citrus punch up front, chased by pine, pepper, and a dash of mountain mischief. It’s like sippin’ orange Fanta outta a mason jar filled with secrets and questionable life choices.
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Aroma:
Smells like someone shoved a lemon grove into a still and set it on fire. Fresh, loud, and sharp enough to slap the sleep outta your eyes. Notes of pine sap, citrus zest, and that weird-but-familiar whiff of gasoline and freedom.
Effects:
Clear-headed chaos in the best way possible. The high slaps fast, smacks your brain awake, and sends your thoughts racin’ like you just saw the game warden. Ideal for spontaneous yet useless projects, tall tales, and accidental carpentry. You’ll be wired, inspired, and probably a little suspicious of porcupines.
Best Outdoor Activity:
Runnin’ chainsaws for no reason, building something without blueprints, or wandering the woods like you’re on a mission from God. Great for daytime fishin’, ATV ramp-jumpin’, or huntin’ down the last cold beer in the cooler.
Best Food Pairing:
Pickled eggs, pork rinds, or anything deep-fried and shameful. Bonus points for chili-cheese topped anything, or food that comes on a stick at a county fair.
Warning:
May cause reckless confidence, unsolicited storytelling, and the belief you could fix your truck with duct tape and a little divine intervention. Consume Responsibly—or don’t... We ain’t your Mama!