Ice Palace has a perfect duet between the cookie and the cream. Hard and round as a stone, the pattern of hairs crisscrossing the buds makes them look like they’re wearing a tartan of green and orange. You pick up a lot of that doughiness right out of the jar but combining Biscotti with 41 reduces the gassiness of the dough to create something more like a sour cream sugar cookie.

Breaking one open unleashes a gassiness that starts sweet and ends with a sour earthiness. Inside there’s a layer of white trichomes that makes it seem like someone put down a layer of white glue.

When you break it down, everything explodes like a science experiment gone wrong. The fragrance becomes an intense ammonia cloud that fills the air with a mix of vaporized fruit and chemicals that fades entirely into the background.

The leftover dry inhale has a taste that’s doughy and gassy as the Biscotti girdles Gelato 41’s fruity sweetness like a bacon-wrapped date. Sweet but also savory, the smokiness calls shotgun through the trip, as notes of cookie and earthy fruit take turns driving.

The effects feel as if your head is floating above your shoulders. A lightness sets in pretty quickly, pulling at the top of you like it might carry you away. Soon, your shoulders get brought into the act, and the feeling settles over the top of you like Batman’s cowl.

This strain is all about pajama day. Thoughts suddenly turn to nothing but good meals, comfy clothes, and recreation. Ice Palace helps you quiet down the thought noise and move past the scenery to concentrate on the fundamental factors of a good life: food, shelter, and comfort.