I wonder if I can fit a few more in there? Never the less, it’s functional.
I’m so tempted to pop a bag of pollen. The thought of line working through the possibilities… staggers the mind. In time.
I’m smelling notes of strawberries from CR#1. The rest of the room waifing with an attention grabbing smell of chlorophyll, gym socks, chilli powder, that tumbled into a skunks den, only to lose it to the constant circulation of air. I can only imagine mono cropping summer time dumpster rot.
Looking forward to smoking your cannagars.