Foulrog

Foulrog comes out of the jar swinging with straight up cat piss funk, sour citrus, hot ammonia, and sharp chemical gas. This is not dessert weed, and it is not that creamy GMO onion funk either. It is brighter, nastier, and way more aggressive.  This is the kind of loud, acrid nose that punches through the bag and lets everybody in the room know something serious just got cracked.

Break it down and the terps get even louder. Sour lemon and pissy gas hit first, followed by a dirty musk and weird sweet edge that keep the profile from going completely off the rails. The smoke stays true to the nose, with a sharp chemical bite on the inhale and a rank, lingering funk that hangs on the palate after the exhale.

The flower itself is pure bag appeal: dense, dark, absolutely caked, and dripping with frost. Foulrog is for the heads who are burned out on candy crosses and still chase the loud, weird, offensive terps.  This is the the kind of bud where you check twice just to make sure it really smells that rank.