In the Dalton family, everyone had their own way of reading the plant. Ezra followed the far roads, Emery talked with the mountains, Boone sought the warmth of the South. But if anyone could see what no one else could, it was Grant Dalton.

Grant wasn't the loudest, nor the most spectacular. He was the one who stayed longer than the others at the sorting tables, the one who kept an eye on the sieves, the one who recovered what many called "leftovers" but which he considered to be raw material awaiting revelation. Where some saw only dust, he already saw value.

The one who looked at the bottom of the bins

In the early days, when growers sorted their flowers, they concentrated on the most beautiful heads. The big ones, the dense ones, the perfect ones. Anything that fell to the bottom of the tubs was often set aside: a fine yellow powder, little fragments, tiny grains stuck to the sides. Wiped off, thrown away, swept up.

As for Grant, he stayed in the shadow of the dryers when everyone came in. He'd watch the dust glisten faintly in the light. He'd slip his fingers in, rub them gently, bring them up to his nose. What he smelled then was nothing like waste. It was the heart of the plant, pure, concentrated.

What the others took for crumbs were actually particles of resin and trichomes, what the hash world calls pollen: a fine, yellow powder loaded with aromas. Grant had understood this before anyone else.

Gold dust

Little by little, he began to collect this pollen, no longer as a curiosity, but as a raw material in its own right. He changed the way he sifted, adjusted the fineness of the sieves, and increased the number of passes, until he obtained a regular, homogeneous, almost golden-blond powder.

Unlike dark slabs or kneaded resins, this material was dry, light and airy. It could be handled like fine sand. But as soon as it was lightly pressed in the palm of the hand, it held together, revealing a compact texture and a floral, spicy, sometimes even slightly fruity scent, depending on the variety used.

Grant had found his specialty: a pollen-like CBD hash, blond, dry, intensely aromatic. A hash that didn't come from big gestures, big pressure, but from patient, meticulous, almost obsessive work.

The birth of Golden Pollen - Wild Wild Hash

Over time, Grant refined his method, using flowers from Swiss CBD cultures. He sorted, sifted, corrected, started again. He learned to sense when the pollen was too coarse, too heavy, not pure enough. He understood which flowers gave the best powders, which textures worked best, which combinations produced the richest aromas.

The day he presented his brothers with a brick of compressed pollen, golden blond, dense but crumbly, the Daltons knew he'd just added a new piece to their range. This hash was neither black like Ezra's Charras, nor sunny brown like Boone's Moroccan, nor sculpted in the red earths of the Levant like Emery's Lebanese. It was something else: a kind of flower concentrate, a tribute to the trichomes themselves.

It was on this day that Golden Pollen - Wild Wild Hash was officially born.

It's back in our selection today Wild Wild Hash alongside Golden Moroccan, Golden Lebanese and Golden Charras, as one of the mainstays of our artisanal CBD hash.

A hash for those who love the taste of flowers

Golden Pollen is the hash for aroma lovers. Its texture is drier than the other resins in the band, but that's precisely what enables it to retain its fine fragrance. It crumbles effortlessly, is easy to dose and blends beautifully.

We find the profile of the flowers from which it comes: vegetal, floral notes, sometimes slightly spicy, with the impression of holding the "best of the plant" in a more concentrated form between our fingers. This is a CBD hash for those who like to feel the flower behind the resin, for those who appreciate dry but well-crafted textures, for those who don't confuse lightness with sloppiness.

What you really hold between your fingers

When you open a bag of Golden Pollen and crumble a piece, you're handling more than just blond CBD hash. You're holding gold dust that has long been ignored, then patiently tamed. You're holding the fruit of a man's eye who chose to take an interest in what everyone else was brushing aside.

Grant Dalton never sought the spotlight. He preferred table corners, sorting bins, the end of the day when we check what's left at the bottom of the sieves. But what he left to the universe Wild Wild Weed is a very particular way of looking at plants: nothing is really waste until you take the time to look at it closely.

Golden Pollen - Wild Wild Hash is the legacy of that look. A pollen-like CBD hash, blond, dry and aromatic, born of the patience of a man who knew that sometimes, the real wealth is hidden at the bottom of the tub.