A straight gut-punch of funk — think loud gas, overripe fruit skins, and something faintly fermented underneath, all rolled into one loud, unmistakable nose. It's the kind of smell that hits before the bag's even open and lingers on your fingers after. Earthy, pungent, a little sour, a little sweet — the funk shows up differently every time, but it never shows up quiet. Effects lean heavy and relaxed — a slow body settling with a hazy, mellow head, good for winding down without getting knocked flat.