“The taste is such that you feel like you’re being carried away on a cloud made of orange rinds.”

I first enjoyed it outside on the patio with a little coffee. I figured what goes better together than gelato and espresso? This high had me feeling like I was holding court outside a Jersey deli with a couple of wiseguys from the neighborhood. In reality, it was just me wearing basketball shorts and a white t-shirt with fresh coffee stains. By my side was my trusted consigliere, Dexter the dog. In short, this high had me thinking all sorts of crazy stuff. I must have made myself laugh a dozen times. If you can keep yourself amused with this pen, then I imagine sharing it with others would make for a riotous evening as well.

Alas, I was still living in a partially locked-down world, so waving at my neighbors who would occasionally walk by was about the extent of my social interactions. After making a sizable dent in this live resin pen, I must have come across as some deranged citizen of Mayberry. I was like, “Well how ya’ doin’ ma’am! Can I help you carry your groceries?”… “Pleasure to make your acquaintance constable!”… “Are those youngsters I hear causing a ruckus? Oh you kids!….”

I was just waving and smiling and wishing people a good day like I was auditioning for a Normal Rockwell biopic. The neighbors who were still nursing hangovers and begrudgingly walking their dogs were probably wondering what had gotten into me. The answer would’ve of course been the Gelato Live Resin Sauce. It just made me a warmer person. Is that not alone worth the price of admission? I digress.

“I was just waving and smiling and wishing people a good day like I was auditioning for a Normal Rockwell biopic.”

One of my favorite neighbors is a Cuban man whose daughters chalk up the walkways with all sorts of colorful flower designs and inspirational sayings like, “You got this!” His name is Eric strangely enough, and he leaned his hand over my fence to offer me a very large avocado.

“From my mother’s tree.” He said.

I was still fairly high and thought he’d said “My brother’s knee.” For a split second, I thought he may have been showing me some ugly looking knee prosthetic, but then it hit me. He’s always bringing us produce from his mother’s garden. I say “thanks” and then dorkily follow up with, “Looks like a good one too,” as if I know jack about what constitutes a good avocado.

He left by saying, “Smells nice out here,” which was his sly way of registering my vape sesh. Nothing gets by that Eric. Wouldn’t surprise me one bit if he were CIA.

Soon after, my wife peeked her head out the window and asked inquisitively, “Aren’t you getting hot out there?” In all fairness, it was 85 degrees and I should have been quite hot, but I was really enjoying myself and the interactions I was having with all the denizens of our development complex. Nothing really bothered me, including the temperature, and that was a testament to the Loudpack Gelato pen. What finally brought me inside was my ravenous appetite. The munchies rode into town when this high began to dissipate, and the first thing I made was guacamole from Eric’s mother’s avocado. It was delicious. You’d be hard-pressed to find a more mellow and good-natured buzz than this live resin disposable. With accurate dispensation and a consistent high, this is a prime choice for those seeking more control over their experience.