There’s something magical about summer in Sweden. The sun never really sets, the air smells like pine and lake water, and even the usually reserved Swedes start acting like they’ve just won the lottery.
A couple of summers ago, I visited my Swedish friend Erik — tall, blonde, emotionally constipated in winter but surprisingly chatty once the sun comes out. He lives in a tiny red cottage near Lake Vänern, the kind of place that looks like it came straight out of a postcard — or IKEA catalog, depending on your point of reference.
I arrived on a Friday, just in time for Midsummer. Erik greeted me shirtless, holding a beer in one hand and a freshly charged WASPE Crystal 40K in the other. “Today we drink, dance, and inhale the flavor of Swedish summer, my friend,” he declared, puffing out a cloud that smelled like Blueberry Mint — or possibly Lingonberry Explosion. I couldn’t tell. Turns out, the vape was a prototype he’d scored from our mutual friend Jess, who was somehow always two steps ahead in the vape scene. With 40,000 puffs and a double flavor mode, that thing was like a buffet for the senses.
The Day Unfolds
First came the food. We sat under a birch tree, devouring pickled herring, boiled potatoes, and strawberries drowned in cream. “This,” Erik said, pointing at the sky with a dramatic puff from his WASPE Crystal, “is the meaning of life.” I wasn’t sure if he meant the food or the vape, but honestly, both were hitting the spot.
After a few too many snaps (I thought he meant Snapchat at first — rookie mistake), Erik grabbed a flower crown and insisted we dance around the maypole. “It’s tradition,” he said. “You must jump like a frog.”
And so I did. Somewhere, there’s footage of me hopping in circles with a bunch of cheerful Swedes, while Erik stood by, laughing so hard he nearly dropped his vape. Thank God for that leak-proof tank — it survived Midsummer madness like a champ.
The Golden Hour
Later that evening, the sun still hanging low but refusing to set, we took a little boat out on the lake. Erik lit up his Crystal 40K again — this time in Mango Ice — and handed me a spare. “This one’s for the midnight sun,” he said.
There we were, two grown men floating on a silent lake, puffing tropical clouds into the cool Scandinavian air. The absurdity of it made us both laugh. “If IKEA made vapes,” I joked, “they’d probably look like this.” Erik didn’t disagree.
Looking Back
That day was perfect. A little weird, a little wild, and totally Swedish. I haven’t been back since, but every time I see a WASPE Crystal 40K, I can almost hear Erik’s laugh and taste that oddly delicious Lingonberry Mint blend.
Sometimes, the best summer days are the ones that make absolutely no sense — but leave you smiling for years.
From Swedish Lakes to Vape Labs
These days, I spend most of my time behind the scenes at VoloVape.com — testing new devices, chasing flavors, and making sure only the best make it onto the site. I still think about that Swedish summer when I try something like the WASPE Crystal 40K. It’s funny how a good vape can bring back an entire memory — the lake, the maypole, Erik’s terrible frog impression. That’s why I test everything personally: so whether you’re buying your first device or just stocking up, you know it’s been through real hands, with real stories behind it.