And on the seventh day God smoked a fatty…
So too shall we. And what better way to rest than with some of God’s home grown lettuce. Sunday Goods Pre-Rolls are an ode’ to lazy Sundays spent pining away on the front porch. Looking over the homestead through a winding cloud of smoke. Swaying back and forth on the family hammock and taking in the sights and sounds of an idyllic setting, both in the physical and metaphysical world.
Enjoy a Sunday Goods Pre-Roll late into an Indian Summer day and listen closely. Somewhere near that old weeping willow you can hear the croak of Bullfrogs and the neighborhood kids chasing fire flies with reckless abandon. The footsteps of young lovers in a longing embrace approach as the distant melody of an ice cream truck lends promise of a sweet respite from the lingering humidity.
These are the mundane things of your typical Rockwellian Sunday given new meaning and flair with every inhale of a Sunday Goods pre-roll… because Sundays are less a mark of time than a state of mind.
