From the heart;
Dear Chocolate Habs, I owe you a huge apology. When I started your seeds you were always going to be my back-up player, always my second best. You weren't going to be my hottest, growing next to my "trendy" Douglah's, and Moruga Blends. You weren't going to be awed as the hottest, or the next contender for heat. You were going to be the reliable right-hand man in my arsenal of heat. You were going to be the guy I gifted to my friends to grow. Well, u totally outdid yourself this year. You produced 2-3 dozen pods per plant, and tasted so smoky-sweet. You grew pods that were huge compared to normal store Orange Habs, and the heat was great, and plentiful. At the end of the season, when I look back on the powders I've made, and the sauces as well, I realize that you were there. All of the time. You smoked better than the rest, You were easier to cut up for the dehydrator, I threw you in a quart of dill pickles, you shined your way through to the top!!! Your dynamics rounded out so many sauces. . . My biggest regret, I'm not growing you next year. Next year is the year of the 7 Pods (red congo, yellow brain strain, white, orange, large yellow, etc), and the White Ghost. I'll miss you, but I'm sure our paths will cross again. . .
This lament brought to you by 4 Roses Bourbon. . .
Dear Chocolate Habs, I owe you a huge apology. When I started your seeds you were always going to be my back-up player, always my second best. You weren't going to be my hottest, growing next to my "trendy" Douglah's, and Moruga Blends. You weren't going to be awed as the hottest, or the next contender for heat. You were going to be the reliable right-hand man in my arsenal of heat. You were going to be the guy I gifted to my friends to grow. Well, u totally outdid yourself this year. You produced 2-3 dozen pods per plant, and tasted so smoky-sweet. You grew pods that were huge compared to normal store Orange Habs, and the heat was great, and plentiful. At the end of the season, when I look back on the powders I've made, and the sauces as well, I realize that you were there. All of the time. You smoked better than the rest, You were easier to cut up for the dehydrator, I threw you in a quart of dill pickles, you shined your way through to the top!!! Your dynamics rounded out so many sauces. . . My biggest regret, I'm not growing you next year. Next year is the year of the 7 Pods (red congo, yellow brain strain, white, orange, large yellow, etc), and the White Ghost. I'll miss you, but I'm sure our paths will cross again. . .
This lament brought to you by 4 Roses Bourbon. . .
