A hybrid with no interest in playing nice. Frosted to the point of armour, this strain comes in fast with a cold blast of citrus, sticky candy, and unfiltered gas - the kind of nose that hits like stepping onto fresh ice before the Zamboni steam has even cleared. Dense, icy buds gleam like they’re carved, not grown, built for anyone who prefers their flavour loud and their intensity unmistakable. Sharp off the draw, relentless through the middle, and carrying enough weight to hold its own deep into overtime.