The Orchid Hunter's Mixtape

The full moon has hatched, but don't be afraid...thee Oncidiums doth tumble steadily, smiling in a sense, drenching your pockets with their vanilla scented sludge. But words cannot express rhythmic visions for the orchid club hunters -clear skies tonight...although not for long. A massive cold front approaches so get out your umbrellas and join us wandering disciples of such a sacred endeavor. 

Into the swamp we shall go: deciduous specimens loosen the petals i.e. tunes by some of our most delectable additions to the archive, bellowing their lamentations straight unto your third-eye.