Zour Apples – Sour Granny Smith Candy That Punches You Awake and Keeps You There

Jar Opens Like a Fruit Bomb Went Off

Crack it and your nose gets assaulted by green apple jolly ranchers soaked in lemon peel and diesel bright lime nugs sparkling like they got rolled in sour sugar calyxes puffed up fat and screaming neon under the light smells so loud people think you’re hiding warheads in the stash box

How It Lights Your Whole Day Up

First hit tastes like biting into a frozen sour apple two minutes later eyes snap wide open five minutes in energy surges clean zero fog zero jitters just pure get-shit-done rocket fuel anxiety melts pain backs off focus locks in like you drank four espressos without the crash You’ll clean the house write a novel and still have gas left for the night

Why My Customers Act Like Addicts

They chase this when depression tries to ruin mornings fibromyalgia wakes up angry ADHD brain won’t sit still they need to power through twelve-hour shifts and still smile

Grow Room Straight Greed

Plants shoot tall and lanky then pack colas like baseball bats resin flows like the plant’s leaking candy smells so sour during flower the carbon filter gives up 65 days indoors max outdoors west coast or southern Ontario she rips mid-October looking radioactive

What’s Actually Here Today

Feminized seeds popping angry fast autos for quick balcony runs rooted clones drinking today lime-green indoor tops that stain fingers neon live resin tasting like sour apple warheads exploded carts that wake the dead edibles gummies tinctures whatever keeps you moving

Grown clean organic soil zero poison flushed long cured slow tested paranoid Ships same day Vancouver Toronto before 3pm triple vacuum sealed inside the ugliest box alive tracking hits before the tape’s dry

This run is pathetic and already half gone When Zour Apples disappears I’m going radio silent on the begging