
Yikes
Together, the parent strains push out dense, violet-flecked buds dripping with resin and attitude. The nose comes loud: citrus candy, pine, and high-octane gas; the flavor mirrors it with a tangy fruit blast and creamy-fuel finish that coats the tongue like terp syrup.
Reports from the field say the high rockets up fast, full-body and heavy-eyed, then coasts into an unexpectedly functional cruise. It's euphoric, hazy, and hungry — the kind of buzz that makes conversation flow and snacks disappear. With THC hovering in the upper 20s, Yikes doesn't ease you in; it drops you straight into the pocket and leaves you smiling about it.
Exotic Genetix built this one to turn heads, and it shows. Frosted, fragrant, and a little reckless, Yikes is that strain that makes you laugh before you even exhale — equal parts nectar, fuel, and havoc in bloom.