Tony Montana
1/4/2025
“Say hello to my little friend!” Tony Montana hits your head like a fast-talking mob boss—no small talk, just straight business. Within minutes, your eyes feel like they’ve entered a soft-focus filter, and suddenly, fixing everything in your life feels not only possible but inevitable. Broken dishwasher? Solved. World peace? Give you five minutes.
Then, just as you’re about to draft a TED Talk in your notes app, the high gently taps you on the shoulder and whispers, “How about we just… relax instead?” Boom—pain gone, tension gone, and all you want to do is sink into the couch with a good book. (Yes, a book. Who knew Tony Montana was a reader?)
For the inexperienced dabber, this strain might be a bit much—it’s the Al Pacino of sativas, after all—but for the rest of us? It’s the perfect Saturday-at-home companion. No errands, no obligations, just a haze of productivity followed by pure, chill bliss. Tony Montana doesn’t knock you out; it keeps you cozy and awake enough to enjoy doing absolutely nothing.
9/10—Would let this mob boss run my weekend again.