Sur la Leune…
The name Leune, seems to roll off the tongue, engendering a fleeting sense of grace and panache. A pre-roll of the same name dares to elevate the conversation surrounding cannabis. Let’s face it, anyone can cobble together a joint and puff that badboy down as you take your Maltese out for it’s 4’oclock constitutional—and there is nothing wrong with that. Leune has bigger plans for you however. It intimates of a higher caller.
One may not simply smoke a Leune. One must develop a mating dance with your Leune. Like the multi-colored plumage of the venerable peacock you must lure the essence of the Leune into you lungs like a skilled trapper. It’s a two street between woman, man, and plant. A negotiation of energy and a communal re-awakening. To be shared with those who challenge you. Not to be greedily consumed in dark basements or forgotten alleyways. Take your Leune public and be the discourse this world needs.
