Had me saying "Dis be some good shit here, mon" in a Bob Marley voice with a great big f-cking smile on my face about 15 mins in. Sooooo smooth. Go easy, she sneaks up on you in a major way. You *think* you're there, but you're not! Not yet! And it just... keeps... getting... better. Wow. Perfect for movie/music/cleaning/getout/whatever. Motivated but laid back, if that makes any sense. Everything's just beautiful, mon! Seriously, this is *precisely* the kind of ganja you'd expect to smoke in Jamaica or somewhere tropical. Just enough of the Skunk heritage here that the pain packs its bags along with you. You can practically feel the pain, stress and worry just slip away into the deep orange and crimson sunset as you watch the waves roll in on your own personal Sweet Island Skunk paradise.