High Tide hits like citrus peel under a lighter. Bright, sharp, and gone too fast if you’re not paying attention. First inhale is sweet pine and clean gas. Second one’s louder. That nose-grab tang sticks around while the high sets in smooth. No grit. Just glide.

This one’s got that “show up to your friend’s place, they open the jar, and the room changes” kind of energy. No one asks what it is. They just point and say that. And you don’t have to say much more. Sour D crossed with TKM10. If you know either, you’ll smell both. Funk meets fuel, cushioned in something sweeter. If you don’t know, you’ll remember them after this.

Safety Meeting doesn’t do soft launches. Live Sugar means terp-rich and ready. Textured like sugar, loud on the nose, and pulled from fresh-frozen flower. That matters. Not in a lab-coat way, but in a “why does this hit so much harder?” way. The flavors are intact. The high is clean. The inhale hits full-body. It’s sugar with backbone.

And no, this isn’t some sleepy half-hybrid. High Tide runs the full lap. You’re clear-headed for a bit, laughing maybe. Somewhere in the middle it melts. Heavy but not clumsy. Puts your shoulders down and keeps your mind up. You’ll want music on. Or silence. Nothing in between.

Is it for sharing? Technically. But if you end up holding the last half-gram and keep it for later, that’s just self-respect.

No screaming drop. No all-caps push. It’s just sitting there on shelves, doing what it does. That’s the pitch.

In stock at select dispensaries. Don’t say we didn’t warn you.