…they must’ve been beautiful in their youth. A legend, a trailblazer, used with style & grace, paving the way for all the starlets after. Still, these flashes of brilliance, leafy smile lines and sun kissed exterior… a perfectly picked lot that reminds you of all the magical history, buried deeply in the firm, luscious bracteoles. It lures you in on a damp harvest day. Dimly lit, within the broad side of a kiln, a foggy steam misting off the cones, a moist warmth that builds into a heavy, sticky humidity. Rich, tantalizing aromas of pine needles, lemon peel, citrus flesh and rose petals fill the room as you grab a handful and rub – harder, rougher, breaking the glands, exposing the core, a culminating mess of wet leaves and lupulin. Dripping, soaking, an exhilarating push to climax as we shake and thrust and shove Wet Cascade from Roy Farms into the car….