Nobody bred Piff. It escaped. The seed was Nevil Schoenmakers’ work in late-eighties Holland, Northern Lights #5 put over Original Haze to tame a twenty-week monster. The selection happened in early-nineties Miami, where Cuban and Dominican crews growing in brutal humidity kept one impossible fourteen-week plant because it smoked like nothing on earth. They called it The Black.

New York made it famous. The flower rode the I-95 pipeline to Washington Heights, where White Boy Kev and the La Marina Boyz turned it into a luxury brand before that concept existed: the five-hundred-dollar ounce, and the Church standard, because if it did not smell like the inside of a cathedral, it was not Piff.

The crosses below carry the Cuban Black Haze.