A tall drink of madness at 52–57", The Razzmatazz grows like she’s on stage; hazy, lanky, and impossible to wrangle. She throws out explosive branching and needs constant attention to stay in line. But tame her chaos, and you’ll be rewarded: over 574 grams dry has been pulled from a single run, and she was absolutely dripping in terps. Punchy pear and sour haze swirl together in a scent that fills the room, and the smoke is all sparkle, uplifting, heady, and perfect for jazz hands and wine nights. She can be a diva in veg, but a damn delight in the jar.