Alright, you all know and love these. You are stranded on a deserted Island all by your lonesome with nothing but your fanny pack filled with your favourite pipe, some lighters, and your wallet. You start your search for food, water and shelter after lying on shore, crying like a hopeless, pathetic baby for an hour. On your travels you see something half covered in earth and overgrowth that looks to be a large container. You clean off all the dirt and vines and break open the rusted latch with a large rock. Inside, you find just the inspiration you need to stay alive until you find a way to escape or someone finds you days....weeks..months...YEARS later. Who knows when. What blend is in your container?