This article first appeared in Volume 3. Read the whole issue here.
Folks this is the current pound-for-pound greatest flower on the legal market to date. Connor’s going to have to get used to sharing the moniker “Mystic MAC”, because BLKMKT has caught magic in a glass jar. My fellow earthlings, behold: MACFlurry (ICC x MAC).
Taking a note out of Notorious’ playbook these nugs are always dressed to the nines: not a hair or trichome out of place. You get hand-selected cola nugs that remind me of the frosted peaks of the Himalayas. The deep purples, greens and oranges create a canvas that allows the fully developed, creamy white trichomes to really pop out at you like you’re walking through a 3D art exhibit on mushrooms.
Now that we’ve established that it indeed looks like weed, let’s get to the good parts. The nose is bangin’. Smooth, sweet, creamy and a tiny bit sour. Reminds me of getting hit in the face with a key-lime pie after being water boarded with coffee creamer and then taking a drag off a menthol cigarette. God, I miss Mexico. At 2.2% terps listed on the jar I wasn’t expecting the strong, defined and enjoyable aroma I ended up experiencing. The nose really translated to taste fantastically, too. The ICC parent became obvious when it’s telltale creamy aftertaste hung around longer than the “My Pillow” guy.
The ride is more fun than eating a banana split in the batmobile with your favorite song on blast. It’s pretty much my perfect high—ripping a huge bong hit is almost dangerous. Have a chair ready because “You’ll do fookin’ NOTHIN’” with this dancing around your system. At just shy of 25% THC tested for the batch its got some stopping power. I don’t think Connor was drunk on Proper Twelve when he belted the old man in that pub. I think he just came back in from firing off a couple bowls of MACFlurry in the alley with the lads.
If ya try to go a few rounds with this boy you’re going to look like Donald Cerrone, picking yourself up off the mat after 40 seconds wondering what the fuck just happened. And just like going toe-to-toe with the self proclaimed “Pay-per-view Monster” you’ll need a full team of medical professionals to take care of you afterwards—the burnout is real. Overall, it’s time to call Dana White into the ring for the belt presentation because we’ve got a new champ’s champ.