In the Dalton siblings, each followed a different path. Ezra sought the Himalayan heights, Boone the heat of the South, Grant the golden dust at the bottom of the sieves. But Emery Dalton had a different instinct: he followed color.

The story goes that one day, in a mountain village, he held a lump of reddish-brown, warm, almost coppery resin between his fingers. He turned it over in his palm, brought it close to his nose, then simply whispered: "There's the color I've been looking for." It was the first time he had touched a Lebanese Red.

The mountains of the Levant

To understand the depths of this hash, Emery left the plains for lands he didn't know. The journey was long: rocky tracks, villages clinging to the slopes, valleys where the nights fall abruptly. He crossed these red mountains, sculpted by wind and sun, where plants grow to the rhythm of the seasons and traditions.

Over there, the craftsmen don't talk much. They work around large wooden tables, where the light filters in at an angle, revealing the reddish particles floating in the air. They let the flowers dry longer, until they take on a deep, warm hue. Then comes the slow, steady, almost hypnotic dry sifting.

But what really sets Libanais Rouge apart is the pressing. A delicate, hot pressing, sufficient to make the resin sweat slightly and give it that supple, malleable, almost oily texture. An ancient method, passed on without words, just by gesture.

Learning without being taught

Emery observed everything, never interrupting. He understood the heat, the patience, the smells. He saw that this particular hash was neither as dry as Boone's Moroccan, nor as crumbly as Grant's pollen, nor as dark as Ezra's charras. It was a unique balance: a brownish red, dense, fragrant, slightly spicy.

A craftsman once told him: "Red is the plant's memory." Emery has never forgotten this phrase.

Emery's return and the birth of Golden Lebanese

When Emery returned to the Dalton family, he didn't come with a big speech. He simply placed a slab of red-brown resin on the table. In the light, it shone like heated leather.

The brothers approached. Boone immediately recognized the heat of the Levant. Ezra smelled that spicy note that belongs only to the red mountains. Grant assessed the suppleness: perfect.

Emery had brought back thousands of years of know-how, but it had to be adapted to Swiss CBD flowers. Swiss CBD. So he started the process all over again: long drying, patient sieving, hot pressing measured to the degree. Day after day, he found the right frequency, one that respected Levantine tradition while revealing the aromas of Swiss varieties.

This is how Golden Lebanese - Wild Wild Hash was born, a supple, spicy, rich, deeply aromatic red-brown CBD hash.

It can now be found in the Wild Wild Hash range, alongside Golden Charras, Golden Moroccan and Golden Pollen.

A deep, spicy, lively hash

Golden Lebanese is not a dry, crumbly hash. It's a hash that responds to the touch, that heats up quickly under the fingers, and whose scent immediately transports you to the mountains of the Levant. Its aromatic profile is rich: spicy, herbaceous notes, heated red earth, sometimes with a hint of wood.

This is a CBD hash for lovers of character, depth and tradition. Red always tells of an older past.

What you hold between your fingers

When you French fry off a piece of Golden Lebanese, you're holding a fragment of road. A road of red mountains, dusty sieves, hot presses surrounded by silence. You have a resin where tradition meets Swiss precision.

Emery Dalton was never the loudest of the four. But his hash is the one that talks the longest. Each piece recounts an ancient land, a patient gesture, a controlled heat.

Golden Lebanese - Wild Wild Hash is more than a resin: is a tribute to the red earths that inspired it.