Description: Grease Bucket wraps you in a haze of overripe strawberry, banana cream, and faint cookie crumble—lush and mellow at first draw. But just beneath the fruit lies a quiet thrum of gas, a whisper of something heavier that anchors the sweetness without overwhelming it. It’s a slow melt kind of strain—ambiguous, drifting, and hard to pin down. One moment it’s all soft fruit and sunlit comfort, the next it’s pulling you sideways into a dreamstate with no clear destination. Grease Bucket doesn’t guide the ride—it lets you coast, glazed in flavor and carried by mood.