Sloth isn’t lazy — it’s intentional stillness. A ritual of slowing down, melting inward, and letting the world move without you. What blooms here is heavy, lush, and never in a hurry.

Lust doesn’t settle — it reaches. It’s the thrill of not knowing what comes next. These strains blur the line between calm and clarity, body and mind. Hybrid flower isn’t neutral — it’s magnetic.

Pride doesn’t ask permission — it shines. Loud-laughing, head-high, sunlight-in-the-veins flower. The kind that walks into a room and takes up space. Unapologetically.