“An effortless smoke that produced a welcome surge of joy.”

Making it a point to fall asleep early the previous night, I awoke at sunrise and headed out for a local hike that was still cloaked in morning fog. I added a little more by sparking up this ethereally light-tasting pre-roll as I walked. The hollow glass filter is a nice touch, but at times I felt like I wasn’t getting the full Magilla. But if you’re the sort of smoker who does not like the invasiveness of heavy hits or dense buds, this is for you. And if you’re a beginner who’s prone to coughing fits, this is also right up your alley.

It feels odd recommending a 30.22% THC pre-roll to novices, but I found this to be a profoundly smooth ride. Normally I’m catapulted into unforeseen realms if I dare smoke an entire joint in one sitting, but I’d almost smoked this one by the outset of my hike and was none the worse for wear. I found it to be an effortless smoke that produced a welcome surge of joy. I found its ability to bring forth happiness to be its defining characteristic (pretty much tied with its erotic inducing capabilities).

These are fast-burning pre-rolls with bright notes of citrus and herbs. It’s as revitalizing a smoke as one can have, and by the time I got on the trail, I was brimming with positivity and even cardio-centric fortitude. I mean, I was ready to go. Sometimes I jogged, sometimes I walked, but never did I trudge or fall. I felt filled with a sense of being truly alive, and a sense of even-keeled confidence. This was only enhanced by some upbeat music that acted as the backdrop to my outdoor trek. I timed my hike to break through the fog layer when I’d reached the summit of my hike, which gave off an effect where the clouds almost looked like a white sea just below, with distant mountain islands dotting the distance.

“These pre-rolls reach far within the bordellos of one’s mind and begin to gather kindling for the fire.”

I finished the Blaze pre-roll set amidst this fantasy novel-like tableau. I secretly wished to myself that I had a mythical Luck Dragon to hop on and surf across these clouds. The knowledge that I was all alone at the break of dawn atop this local peak while being both figuratively and literally high, made for a fun bit of morning theater. It just helped elucidate the grandeur of my surroundings, which had the added effect of injecting a healthy level of humility into my day. This is my idea of a balanced breakfast, I thought to myself. I stood there a while longer, greeting the sun above me and the still dense clouds below, and I recalled a travel documentary about Italy I once watched. They talked about how in certain parts of the south people ate scoops of gelato for breakfast. For breakfast! It was at that moment I got it. “Yes, gelato for breakfast makes perfect sense.”