Purple Punch — A Classic Reawakened

Yo, step in the garden, sun hittin' just right,
Purple Punch glows under natural light.
Orange hairs twist through the green like fire,
Snowcaps shimmer—buds stacked, never tired.

Took the old school, gave it a new breath,
Larry OG and Granddaddy’s depth.
This ain’t hype—it’s a seasoned man’s view,
Classics refined, hand-picked, grown true.

One toke—wait—then the calm rolls in,
Sweet on the breath, smooth on chin.
Aroma like berry, earth after rain,
Memory sits soft, as a tune in your brain.

See, I don’t just judge by the first glance,
I walk with the plant, and let senses dance.
Given time to ripen, rich in that sheen,
More resin, more soul—know what I mean?

This ain't just herb, it's the song of the land,
Small plots, close-tended, grown by hand.
A classic reawakened, strong in its stance—
Anchored in history, not left to chance.

  Harett  :))