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It tastes like watching The Martian in IMAX. It tastes like Eddie Murphy signing the contract to star in Pluto Nash. It tastes like the day you walked in on your Mom banging your uncle and they both yelled that Santa wasn't real as you slammed the door and ran away crying. It tastes like everything good and kind and beautiful in the world has died in your mouth, vacating its bowels like a hanged man as it exits this sad and dreary world.
It tastes so bad I had to reconsider my entire life, the choices that have led me to this moment, slurping the Bubonic out the ass end of a filthy plague rat. I've taken a wrong turn somewhere. I coulda been, like, like, an architect, or something. That's what that test said in middle school, right?
So, ok, that's something good about Liberty DC's Master Kush rosin, is that I might actually invent a time machine to take me back to fix the past before this joke of a timeline ever comes to pass.
Ok but seriously it tastes like chlorophyll. You know that taste if you've ever mowed the lawn. Liberty DC's Master Kush rosin tastes like somebody just shoved a bag of dirty grass down your throat.
It is gross, but more than that, it means they're pressing rosin from trim, which is gross, but more than that, they're still in the business of ripping off District patients, cuz this absolute dumpster fire costs $100 per gram.
In the end, it seems like we have to treat Liberty DC as a distinctly different entity from Liberty Maryland, which is stupid, but the two are clearly not analogous. I'm gonna stop picking on Liberty DC, on account of how I am neeeeeeeeeeeeeeever gonna buy another product from them.
If you wanna double-check my work and taste the devil's afterbirth for yourself, both Maryland and DC patients can visit DC dispensaries, so go wild, child. But don't say I didn't warn you!