
Fruit Smash
The flower itself looks like it’s glowing from within: lime-green buds dense with resin, amber highlights flashing under a ripe trichome frost. Pop the seal, and Fruit Smash detonates aroma: pineapple, mango, and orange zest tangled with sugary diesel, a collision of candy and combustion. The smoke keeps pace with the nose, sweet on the draw and gassy on the exhale, like fruit punch poured over a spark plug.
In daily rotation, smokers say Fruit Smash feels like a lightning bolt that learned restraint. The onset snaps the mind into clarity; euphoric, talkative, wide awake — before cruising into a smooth, balanced focus that holds for hours. It’s the kind of energy that doesn’t spike or scatter, just hums steady in the background while the day unfolds.