Hells Fire Rosin by Proper Extracts, the result of crossing Hells OG with an unidentified strain from Crockett Family Farms, combine to deliver a delicious flavor profile that flawlessly fuses some OG funk with a just whisper of fruit-flavored inspiration.
Proper Extracts is a Colorado-based extraction company that individually selects its plants for harvest based on peak maturation. An award-winning company that specializes in making delicious, solvent-free extracts, Proper Extracts won first place for non-solvent extracts at the 2017 Chalice Festival.
The Hells Fire Rosin has the texture of a fine crumble. Slightly honeycombed with a pale beige hue, this rosin has a dry consistency that’s easy to work with, provided you have the right dabbing utensils. A stoney gift from Mother Nature and Proper Extracts, the Hells Fire Rosin has established a devout following around Denver.
A quick heads-up for the easily frustrated dabber, the Hells Fire Rosin tends to crumble into tiny pieces when touched by your dab tool. It may be a problem for some, but I viewed this crumbly situation as more of an opportunity than an issue.
It’s twax time! For the experienced dabbers, or at least those who have a journeyman’s understanding of marijuana extracts, you probably already know that there’s more than one way to skin a slab of concentrates. Rather than dabbing today’s sample from one of my many oil rigs, I instead opted to roll these fragmented chunks of Hells Fire Rosin into my afternoon joint of Funky OG. After sprinkling a generous amount of the crumble throughout my midday joint, I twisted up my twaxed-out J and dry-hit it for a flavor check. The unlit taste was pure fuego, as should be expected from such a high-end collaboration.
Note: For those on a personal quest to find a truly divine smoke, I highly suggest twaxing your next joint.
The combo joint of Hells Fire Rosin tasted like a flower-infused OG with notes of earth and diesel. With the rosin’s sinfully good combination of flavor and aroma, the combined effects ignited my tongue’s taste buds with its jet-fueled exhale. More intoxicating than just a hit of flower or a dab of concentrates, the synergistic combination seems to allow for a greater entourage effect.
A twaxy excursion to the land of the faded, the high from my joint of Hells Fire Rosin x Funky OG delivered me from what seemed like an unforgiving realm of apathy and anxiety. The combo joint was a high-THC savior for the mind, body, and marriage. As I smoked myself into submission about halfway through the rosin-laced joint, my normal state of ambivalence toward household chores was quickly modified. Rather than viewing them as someone else’s problem, I now viewed their completion as a way to gain favor with the wife. The high came on fast and furious, and I was motivated yet relaxed to remember a very important maxim, “happy wife, happy life.”