Each week, Trista smokes a strain that moves her to write a poem. Here is a poem all about Ice Wreck.  

In the arctic you may find,

a wrecker of a certain kind.

But,

I’m not sure its what you think. So,

I wont leave you on the brink…

Its a strain of weed you see!

A very special strain indeed!

It wrecks your brain

and blows your mind!

So, if you see the northern lights,

you’ll know that you have used it right.