Crème Brûlée by Farming Full Circle

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Crème Brûlée by Farming Full Circle

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Crème Brûlée by Farming Full Circle

Welcome back to toasted n’ posted where only the dankest gets appraised and then blazed. We will be taking another trip down the roads of sweet delight with this next one; Crème Brûlée. There isn’t a lot of widely available information available about this strain, but I did dig up a few credible facts. Crème Brûlée is an indica-dominant hybrid born of Platinum OG Kush and Girl Scout Cookies. There are various reports of phenotypes that substitute the Platinum parent, but either way, I expect Crème Brûlée delivers fist fulls of kushy innovation. Let’s take a bite.

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I force my nose into the pouch, prepared for whatever brutality lie in wait. I am wafted away by a roiling sweet and sudsy candy. An aerated, bubbling, vat of citrus foam sputters out wild whims of stabbing delight. The jagged fruity blade is forged from Lemon Drops and gummy bears. The profile delivers swarms of voracious zest through a buoyant herbal vehicle. The intensity of the citrine lightning blossoms, my sense of smell has become awakened and stunned simultaneously. I gradually become petrified by the unruly jolts of deliciousness.

I rattle the cage by breaking the bud. Much to my surprise, I witness a riot of sweet, kushy, afghan exhilaration. My senses have become saturated with earthen berry. A uniquely charmed syrup driven by an engine of peppery, berry, funk. I crash into thick hillocks of creamy mud! The impact births a grounding bog of flat, gritty, musk. The culmination is a rewarding cool, stale, peppery, sugar. The chorus finishes with coughs of tangy, wet earth bearing a mild gassy exacerbation.

At first glance, it appears that Crème Brûlée does indeed scream of that classic kush bud structure. Jutting ridges of rounded foliage create a chain of star-like explosions that compose the face of this flower. The bulging buds surge forth with writhing color. Dense nuggets drape themselves in garments of pale fern, chilled lime, and frosted moss. As the charming spread of greens dance for my attention, I am drawn to appreciate the value within this bud structure. The only slivers of stem are visible before they disappear into the crystal-coated giant. I admire the rewarding ratio of consumable flower to stem in this phenotype. Expect to get the ‘most’ for your money when dealing with Crème Brûlée.

As far as density; Crème Brûlée allows a tender squish before engaging its unflinching defenses. The masterful cure squeals with a nervous crunch as I wrestle with its fortifications. Warm orange tendrils crane out from the compact crust.  The stout stigmas appear to be plastered laterally to the surface by tides of rapacious resin. The strangling trichomes seem hellbent on consuming every petal. I watch the resin glands pile high, so much so that I expect an imminent avalanche of psychoactivity. Many of the stalks wield translucent heads that reflect echoes of the verdant leaf.

 

 

Leaf to flame, I become scorched by a sweet, smoky, peppery, kiss. I am sliced into by a honed herbal blade and a succulent foul slurry. My throat is assaulted by a battering ram that bleeds out a mild piney gas. Chasing the war party is a grassy behemoth. The skunked giant staggers forward, shaking loose fiery coughs of hoppy resonance. The culmination transports me to a realm of moist overgrown woodlands. The foreign forest radiates a frothy pine musk. A tarry sour drips from my lips, I lap up the perverse reduction. Eventually, this roiling backboard is the kind characteristic I lean into to escape the sylvan flames. The flavor is coachable, yet belligerently consistent. I am dodging creamy bolts of peppered lightning until the last breath.

Crème Brûlée asserts itself slowly with a bulky exhilaration. The inspiring cement pours into my forehead ushering in a new era of disarming warmth. My mind nuzzles into hibernation as the numbing physical pleasure of Crème Brûlée takes hold. I feel my creativity and anxiety gradually shut down. My brain has become off-balance teased by premonitions of slipping off of an imaginary cliff. I teeter on the edge of reality. I feel my eyes become converted to snow globes, lost in a daze from a free-falling haze. My senses are forced inward to ceaselessly appraise my spiritual standing.

Crème Brûlée is forcefully meditative and concrete in its stranglehold over my spirit. My extremities continue to be padded by the familiar bloating warmth. I feel like a buoy, bobbing aimlessly atop an immeasurable ocean of introspection. A ghostly tail trails my paperweight of a skull, as I whip my head around the invisible leash whips behind me in response. The high is extremely heavy and wears me down quickly. Every region of my body feels as though ten pounds has been added to it.

I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect from a strain with such a decadent name, but I was pleasantly surprised. This handful of kush genetics is sure to punch you in the chest while delivering a long-lasting high that quiets your insecurities. I feel that Crème Brûlée would be a perfect companion to a good night’s rest. Enjoy a modern spin on the kush family with Crème Brûlée by Farming Full Circle. As always, thanks for reading.

Crème Brûlée Total Score: 83/100 points

Stay high and stay blessed,

Kushman Bonglegs

 

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