I lift a new jar, twist its seal, inhale notes layered and deep,
A record of months in dim fields that secrets keep.
Refined blossoms rest within these snug containers, calm and sure,
No stale facade-just profiles honed until the taste runs pure.
Where frantic chasers brag of yields with hollow flair,
I find my proof in essence gently captured, living air.
No hollow medals needed, no forced shine to impress a crowd,
Just the subtle shift as each inhale whispers proud.
My journey wrote these flavors, chapters earned through work and grace,
Now I witness subtle sparks dancing behind each taste.
A gentle warmth cascades, no frenzy forced to gleam,
This taste of growth surpasses any scheme.
A taste of growth unfolds beyond bright lies,
Buds breathe truth where caution applies,
No hollow chorus, just honesty replies.
Layers build as care supplies,
A mellow current clarity implies.
Each sample speaks of roots, of patient methods stored in soil,
No flash required-just measured steps and honest toil.
We calibrate each subtle hue,
No harsh shortcuts rushing through,
Distilled essence fresh and true,
Delicate rhythms we pursue.
I taste transitions fused in calm accord,
Not rushed prizes pushed to hoard,
But nuanced states few can afford.
A slow bloom graces what we poured,
Revealing treasures once obscured.
A taste of growth unfolds beyond bright lies,
Buds breathe truth where caution applies,
No hollow chorus, just honesty replies.
Layers build as care supplies,
A mellow current clarity implies.
I can trace the seasons in each subtle note that flows,
No crowd of empty claims disrupts what wisdom grows.
We honor quiet steps that gave each branch its say,
No forced display or manic sway.
The mouthfeel lingers, rich and new,
Experience sings where facts accrue,
A table set without ado.
As I set the jar aside, exhaling steady pride within,
The path to this aroma's core runs deeper than just a win.
From seed to bud, each careful hand left gentle marks,
This taste of growth illuminates what quiet labor sparks.
No garish shout nor empty boast defines this artful yield,
Its truth revealed through subtle taste the world can't shield.
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I lift a new jar, twist its seal, inhale notes layered and deep,
A record of months in dim fields that secrets keep.
Refined blossoms rest within these snug containers, calm and sure,
No stale facade-just profiles honed until the taste runs pure.
Where frantic chasers brag of yields with hollow flair,
I find my proof in essence gently captured, living air.
No hollow medals needed, no forced shine to impress a crowd,
Just the subtle shift as each inhale whispers proud.
My journey wrote these flavors, chapters earned through work and grace,
Now I witness subtle sparks dancing behind each taste.
A gentle warmth cascades, no frenzy forced to gleam,
This taste of growth surpasses any scheme.
A taste of growth unfolds beyond bright lies,
Buds breathe truth where caution applies,
No hollow chorus, just honesty replies.
Layers build as care supplies,
A mellow current clarity implies.
Each sample speaks of roots, of patient methods stored in soil,
No flash required-just measured steps and honest toil.
We calibrate each subtle hue,
No harsh shortcuts rushing through,
Distilled essence fresh and true,
Delicate rhythms we pursue.
I taste transitions fused in calm accord,
Not rushed prizes pushed to hoard,
But nuanced states few can afford.
A slow bloom graces what we poured,
Revealing treasures once obscured.
A taste of growth unfolds beyond bright lies,
Buds breathe truth where caution applies,
No hollow chorus, just honesty replies.
Layers build as care supplies,
A mellow current clarity implies.
I can trace the seasons in each subtle note that flows,
No crowd of empty claims disrupts what wisdom grows.
We honor quiet steps that gave each branch its say,
No forced display or manic sway.
The mouthfeel lingers, rich and new,
Experience sings where facts accrue,
A table set without ado.
As I set the jar aside, exhaling steady pride within,
The path to this aroma's core runs deeper than just a win.
From seed to bud, each careful hand left gentle marks,
This taste of growth illuminates what quiet labor sparks.
No garish shout nor empty boast defines this artful yield,
Its truth revealed through subtle taste the world can't shield.
A record of months in dim fields that secrets keep.
Refined blossoms rest within these snug containers, calm and sure,
No stale facade-just profiles honed until the taste runs pure.
Where frantic chasers brag of yields with hollow flair,
I find my proof in essence gently captured, living air.
No hollow medals needed, no forced shine to impress a crowd,
Just the subtle shift as each inhale whispers proud.
My journey wrote these flavors, chapters earned through work and grace,
Now I witness subtle sparks dancing behind each taste.
A gentle warmth cascades, no frenzy forced to gleam,
This taste of growth surpasses any scheme.
A taste of growth unfolds beyond bright lies,
Buds breathe truth where caution applies,
No hollow chorus, just honesty replies.
Layers build as care supplies,
A mellow current clarity implies.
Each sample speaks of roots, of patient methods stored in soil,
No flash required-just measured steps and honest toil.
We calibrate each subtle hue,
No harsh shortcuts rushing through,
Distilled essence fresh and true,
Delicate rhythms we pursue.
I taste transitions fused in calm accord,
Not rushed prizes pushed to hoard,
But nuanced states few can afford.
A slow bloom graces what we poured,
Revealing treasures once obscured.
A taste of growth unfolds beyond bright lies,
Buds breathe truth where caution applies,
No hollow chorus, just honesty replies.
Layers build as care supplies,
A mellow current clarity implies.
I can trace the seasons in each subtle note that flows,
No crowd of empty claims disrupts what wisdom grows.
We honor quiet steps that gave each branch its say,
No forced display or manic sway.
The mouthfeel lingers, rich and new,
Experience sings where facts accrue,
A table set without ado.
As I set the jar aside, exhaling steady pride within,
The path to this aroma's core runs deeper than just a win.
From seed to bud, each careful hand left gentle marks,
This taste of growth illuminates what quiet labor sparks.
No garish shout nor empty boast defines this artful yield,
Its truth revealed through subtle taste the world can't shield.
Writer: Anthony Yorba
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid