The naming, man. Jack Herer—what a name to carry on a bud. They named it for a rebel, a hustler for hemp, some say a crank, others a prophet. I mean the guy wrote books and pissed off people in suits. Fought laws with words and passion and probably a bit of hubris. And now he’s weed. That’s legacy baked into breath. There's something kind of poetic about that, funny too. So when you roll something grown from original Jack Herer seeds, you're not just sparking up THC—you're kind of inhaling protest, grit baked into trichomes, a middle finger with chlorophyll.
