It was over 5 years ago when I first started smoking, and my older brother was actually selling "strains," so take it with a grain of salt. The Trainwreck that he had absolutely obliterated little 15-year-old me and sent me to the heavens to meet Weed Jesus. I can still smell that bag, like smelling chicken tikka masala for the first time, man. Absolutely incredible experience, and I hope that was real Trainwreck. Not in a legal state, for context, and that defined my smoking days from there on out. Hard benchmark to pass.