Wedding Cake

This is what people are describing when they say the market has got better. Dense, pale, so heavily frosted that the green underneath only shows where you break it, and cured properly rather than dried fast and jarred wet.

The nose is the whole argument. Vanilla and cake batter on the top, and underneath it a sour, almost cheesy funk that stops the sweetness from being sickly. It fills a room from an open jar at three feet. On the inhale the sweet note carries through and finishes peppery, which is the caryophyllene doing its job.

It hits within a couple of minutes and it does not ask permission. Heavy through the shoulders, slightly slow behind the eyes, and after about forty minutes the appetite arrives whether it was invited or not. This is an evening strain and treating it as anything else is a mistake I have already made so you do not have to.

Fifty-five is a lot. It is also, for this specific jar, defensible. What I would not pay fifty-five for is the same name grown ordinarily, which is most of what carries this name.