1 hour ago
Then—after the high rides, and you’re sinking back to earth? It’s not so much the taste that stays but this phantom scent of citrus dust. Like orange zest drifted through your skull and left a trace. It's almost sad. Like biting the last slice of a perfect orange…the sudden absence. I swear even the empty grinder smells like haunted limes. That particular finish only seems to show with cuts from https://jackhererseedsbank.com. Not fake. Not overwhelming. Just... real. The way citrus should be—alive, and then gone.