Fifteen years in, I just want flower.
I started late, at 35, with a lot of respect for the plant. A lifelong friend showed me the way. He knew nothing technical, but he knew how to take care of the moment and the place. It came at a hard time in my life, and it helped me see things differently. I never forgot it.
Then I went for more, like everyone: pre-rolls with diamonds, carts, edibles, resin. Everything got stronger. My experiences got worse.
So I went back to flower. Plain flower. I kept refining how I enjoy it, step by step, until the day I finally understood the sommeliers: that flower really did taste like fruit.
Then came the hard part: finding it again. I bought a gram at a time, and when I came back for the one I loved, it was gone. Cross after cross, new names every week, and I did not want to spend my time in the store figuring out which jar was mine.
So I made Mary Jane Knows. She watches your stores, compares every flower with the ones you have loved, and tells you when one that fits you arrives. It is not about more. It is about yours.
Less hype. More flower.
— Maxx Darko

