CHERRY FIZZ: BORN IN NORTHERN MICHIGAN. BANNED FROM THREE ORCHARDS. (Fun Fact: Unofficially sponsored by Northern Michigan, but they’ll never admit it.) As retold dramatically by Gummy DeMarco (Also known as: Rope Model/Cherry Festival Escapee/Fizz Whisperer) So there I was, waist-deep in a cherry orchard just outside Traverse City. No shoes. No plan. Just vibes, a suspicious farmer’s market hat, and a can of expired LaCroix I mistook for sunscreen. I’d gone north to “find myself,” which really meant "sleep in a yurt and aggressively sample local jams." But something happened in those trees. I bit into a cherry so tart, so electric, it rearranged my taste buds and briefly made me fluent in jazz. Then I accidentally tripped into a fermentation barrel during a winery tour. When I emerged 12 hours later, I had one message and it was clear: “Make it fizz. And make it strong.” And thus, Dope Rope: Cherry Fizz was born. 200mg of THC wrapped in tangy, cherry-fueled sparkle. Sweet. Sassy. Slightly scandalous. Just like that sommelier I accidentally flirted with. Tastes like: If your favorite Michigan cherry took a bath in pop rocks and joined a 70s funk band. It fizzes. It bites. It politely demands your attention.