Sour Diesel reviews

Really helps my back pain it's strong and very potent. I vaped A cart of Sour Diesel by Mitten Extracts and I highly recommend. It's earthy and pine taste with gas ⛽

Real good creative head high...

Easily my favorite strain. I’ve smoked a lot of trendy stuff but nothing compares to the real deal. The more I smoke the higher I get in a good way. I buy it everytime I see it. This is my first review ever. This strain means a lot to me.

Top 5. New York had the best

Made me feel like I was learning everything for the first time. Things were just very novel.

Simply amazing. Perfect during the day or as a wake n bake. A good Sour Diesel is the definition of good loud shit. It's very similar to White Widow, but more uplifting than energizing. So if you want to start your day with a fat smile and do something creative or just something you love doing without getting tired or hungry. SD increases motivation and can relief pain. If any of these effects are desired this is the best strain out there.

Sour diesel is hands down my favorite strain. Just the smell of the flower gets your thc receptors enticed. This strain is hard to mistake with any other strain out there. The pungent flavor and smoothness let's you know you're in for a real treat. The high is great for any time of day. Pushes away any negative thoughts and anxiety almost immediately. If you're a flower fan and haven't given it a chance, you're missing missing out!

See his lips around the cold glass mouth, feel the boy- he’s excited, trying a strain he’s only heard tale. Pot was his favorite ever since he was 14 years old, although prone to fits of anxiety, the herb settled and relaxed his bewilderment, sustaining him greatly with friends and many long nights spent fireside. Then, he inhaled. The smoke brushed his tongue on its way to his lungs and into his blood back to the brain, swelling and pulsing. At first he felt nothing, cheated even. He took another drag, this time coughing mucus and bile. He was aroused but unyearning, tingling and paranoid. His friend asked him how he felt, only to fall back aghast upon seeing the boy’s pale glazed eyes. His friend was dead.