Pink Certz by Tall Tree Society
92 Points
The Quick Hit:
Pink Certz by Tall Tree Society is a sun-grown hybrid (The Menthol x Grape Gasoline) cultivated in living soil in Mendocino, with a strong emphasis on sustainability—packaged in 4g recycled glass jars with reclaimed ocean plastic lids. The buds are dense, trichome-rich, and streaked with purple, offering a complex nose of citrus, mint, basil, grape candy, and earthy undertones.
Flavor mirrors aroma with layers of berry-sweet Gelato, creamy grape, and a late-arriving funk reminiscent of loam and metal. Effects are mentally stimulating, physically uplifting, and introspective without being sedative, ideal for long walks, creative thinking, or quiet reflection. A standout outdoor flower that balances wild expression with clean execution.
The Long Toke:
Sun grown in native soil. Like all the greats-Bukowski, Bourdain, Thompson, Hemingway-this kind of cannabis is a product of its environment. It's an example of what happens when you combine X with Y and multiply it by the mayhem of the natural world.
Untamed. Unpredictable. Wild at heart. A product of bedlam and intention, with just enough rebellious Brando spirit to do whatever it wants despite the best efforts of human intervention. The outdoor flower from Tall Tree Society, a Mendocino crew growing knockout pot next to fruit orchards and pollinator gardens, is where precision meets chaos. Jackson Pollock with a ruler. A sloppy stew of cannabinoids and terpenes presented with the style and finesse of a three-star Michelin chef.
Crafted in living soil and left to speak its truth with the honesty of a pissed-off teenager, Pink Certz (The Menthol x Grape Gasoline) is the high-powered hybrid I've been waiting for. And Tall Tree Society is the kind of brand I moved to SoCal hoping to find-one that genuinely cares. About the weed, the planet, the people. They pack 4 grams into recycled glass jars with lids made from reclaimed ocean plastics. It's not just weed with a conscience; it's weed with a spine. A pointed rebuttal to the excessive, landfill-bound nonsense that's choking the legal market. Tall Tree Society is actively, passionately leading the charge from the banks of the Russian River down to the arid coasts of San Diego.
Pink Certz is some of the best outdoor-grown flower I've touched since my "Dust Bowl Exodus" from Texas in 2021. Muddy, algae-green buds-engorged with trichomes—fatter than Carlsbad strawberries in the heart of summer. They're the kind of nugs that thud in your grinder with fat, purple streaks running through them like ink splatters from a Ralph Steadman sketch and thicker than a first-draft Tarantino manuscript.
The aroma? It's a whole produce section on psychedelics. Sparkling tangerines left to sweat in the sun. Mint growing out of control in a backyard garden.
Blueberries fighting for attention in a rush of holy basil with notes of cherry bubblegum and licorice that's tangled up in a pile of grape Jolly Ranchers. It's sweet and wild. It's a stiff, adult cocktail with the whimsy of a sugar-drunk toddler. Imagine a Screwdriver made with hand-squeezed Sumo oranges and garnished with a Junior Mint.
The first puff? It's giving Gelato 45—berry-citrus sweetness with a grape creme cake finish. The second is even louder: sweet, dense, buttery. Grapes dunked in marshmallow fluff and cream cheese dip. As I keep pulling, I dive in head first and recklessly with a half-caff cortado's worth of energy thanks to the stimulating effects of Pink Certz. I start to catch some funk-loam, topsoil, damp roots-like your hands after a day in the garden. There's an air of WD40-sharp, metallic-reminding me of the rusty, stubborn screen door of my childhood. And then the high really comes on.
Pink Certz is a pick-me-up, get-up-and-go strain for a good walk with the "Global Groove" Spotify playlist blasting in my ears. It's focused, energized, a little silly. My brain feels suspended in mercury-fluid, reflective, a little electric. The comedown flirts with drowsiness, but the high itself is immersive. Thoughtful. Almost cinematic. It takes me places-back to that rusty screen door in Texas, to summers in the Dominican Republic. Lounging barefoot on the sand, hunting down crispy tostones, pica pollo, and whatever juice they had on ice. Chinola, usually. Juan Luis Guerra playing from a distant speaker. Breeze in my hair. Pink Certz makes a good day better. Turns a walk into a story. It sharpens my senses and blurs my anxieties.
Pink Certz is my new "I need to think about sh*t" strain. It lifts me physically and lets my brain breathe. It's like a reset button for the overloaded mind. A temporary filing system for the nonsense of everyday life. Use it for one hour, three, or the whole day. Pink Certz doesn't care. There's no ceiling here. Just keep going until your head runs out of road.
Visit the Budist app to see our complete list of reviews of Tall Tree Society Pink Certz.