Guava Fig

She’s short, squat and thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. The high hits like an 808 kick. Quick, heavy, starting in the head before blooming into full body couch-lock. Crack the jar and it’s straight tropical candy, loud and bright, then the skunk comes right behind it and flips the whole mood. Fruit first, boom-bap funk second, sweet on the lips and dirty on the follow-up.

Guava Fig ain’t background music weed, this is a front-seat, candy-sweet, skunk-repeat, back-beat, couchlock, neighbours peep, deep sleep type beat, that'll have you leaving it on repeat.