Oh, The Places Wims Goes

by Katerina ↪ 5 min

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A moment for the one and only Pocket Tonic

Before there was Wims, our buzzes came canned—opened with a loud pop, in bright, bold aluminum. We’d sip cannabis in parks, on picnic blankets, after dark, in all of the places our hangoverless highs felt welcome. “What’s that?” friends inquired. And most times, we wouldn’t mind. “I’m drinking weed!” we’d explain “Would you like to try?”

But then came the moments we’d rather be subtle—when we couldn’t, or shouldn’t, show up can in hand. We’d stand at the bar, skim the menu, and wish with a wink we could tell the bartender what we’d really like to sip: a light, buzzy beverage—but please, hold the headache. At family gatherings we’d wonder, if a sip of THC might help us feel more in the moment, more pleasant, more here. But then again... what would Aunt Joan say?

If only the can could slip into our pockets, we’d daydream. Oh how sweet it would be to sip cannabis anywhere, anyway, no explaining or displaying. We wished, with a snap, we could elevate any drink. Give it a swirl, and float up, up, and into the now. We wondered and waited until finally, along came Wims.

And oh, what a delight! To snap, squeeze, and stir anywhere we like!

Now at work happy hours it’s our secret side kick, the little trick that makes our social charm shimmer. And when we’re at the movies, we stir Wims into soda, and fully lose ourselves in the film unfolding before us. It helps us calm our nerves but still feel butterflies on a date. It lets us feel at ease through would-be-stressful holidays. Wherever we go and whatever we do, Wims unlocks our social side, inspiring a little more energy, a couple more memories, before we call it a night.