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Grab your board, wax up, and hold tight — the resin tide’s rising again. Seventh Wave crashes in with that gnarly old-school West Coast hit: dank pine, citrus bite, and bitterness big enough to rattle your fins. We’ve juiced it up with some new-school liquid hop wizardry — all punch, no burn — riding that fine line between chaos and clarity. They say the seventh wave’s the monster of the set. This one’s proof. Ride it or wipe out.
Grab your board, wax up, and hold tight — the resin tide’s rising again. Seventh Wave crashes in with that gnarly old-school West Coast hit: dank pine, citrus bite, and bitterness big enough to rattle your fins. We’ve juiced it up with some new-school liquid hop wizardry — all punch, no burn — riding that fine line between chaos and clarity. They say the seventh wave’s the monster of the set. This one’s proof. Ride it or wipe out.