EIGHT YEARS

Eight years.

Eight years of dirt under my nails, sun on my back, and my whole heart poured into every single plant I’ve ever touched. This journey into cultivation has become the most rewarding passion I could ever imagine having — and somehow, it just keeps getting deeper.

Right now, we’re finalizing our genetic selection for the 2026 grow, and I can’t even put into words what this moment feels like. Every seed tells a story. Every choice we make carries the weight of everything we’ve learned, every season that humbled us, every harvest that reminded us why we do this. It’s not just about what we grow — it’s about who we’ve become growing it.

Year eight, and my love for this plant has never burned brighter. The late nights studying genetics, the early mornings walking the garden before the world wakes up, the quiet conversations with a flower that somehow always listens… this is my life’s work, and I wouldn’t trade a single second of it.

2026 is going to be something special. I can feel it in my bones.

Stay close. 🌱