Agustina Berge

There’s something cozy about its high—but not sleepy. Don’t mistake it for couchweed. White Widow lifts, sharpens, then softens. Sparks chatter, melts bullshit defense walls. Kind of how a mixtape in high school made you think you were feelin’ stuff more deeply than everyone else. That eye-wide internal buzz. Good White Widow does that—connects weird dots in your brain. You’re stupid high but wildly logical. I was once convinced I’d rewritten math on it. Probably hadn’t. But it felt legit. All started with the best White Widow seeds in a dirt-caked corner of someone’s small backyard.