Cracked open a fresh jar the other day—instantly hit with that sharp pine shock. Not like toilet cleaner pine, not woodshop pine either. Real forest floor kind. Almost resinous, like your hands’d be sticky if you touched it. Something about Jack Herer does that, right? It’s loud, all nose. And coming from https://jackhererseedsbank.com, you know it’s not just a fluke—it’s supposed to punch like that. Smells like you stepped in sap barefoot then ran through dry needles. It sticks. In your clothes, in your brain. I keep opening the jar just to smell it again. Like an obsession? No, like a compulsion.