Built Different: JKJ Processing Is What Happens When You Don’t Flinch
By James Bridges | Herbage Magazine
There’s a certain kind of respect that doesn’t get handed out in this industry. You can’t fake it with flashy packaging. You don’t earn it with a booth at a trade show or a handful of fire hashtags. You earn it the hard way. By surviving the chaos, telling the truth when it’s uncomfortable, and still putting out a product that shuts everyone up with the first bite.
That’s JKJ Processing.
At the wheel of this full-throttle, terp-soaked freight train is a man who refuses to flinch. A man that on the outside looks like a big teddy bear and in his essence he rules the beast. But once you do meet this man you get it. That warm, intelligent, beast is alive and he cares with all his heart, showing that beast is tamed.
That’s John Koumbis.
You don’t just meet John. You feel him. The minute he walks into a room, it’s game on. Passion, intelligence, volume… Take your pick. He’s not here for quiet conversations or nodding along in boardrooms. He’s here to flip the table when the rules don’t make sense, especially if those rules screw with patients or stomp out the little guys.
I’ve watched this man go toe-to-toe with state bureaucracies. I’ve seen him call out corporate bullshit in public like it was his morning coffee. I’ve even heard whispers of him throwing down in a hotdog juice drinking contest just to make a point. Yes. Hotdog. Juice. That’s not legend. That’s John.
This guy’s built from a different mold. A little old school, a little outlaw, a lot unshakable.
When JKJ walked into the 2024 Cowboy Cup, it was about showing Oklahoma what real craft looks like. And by the time the smoke cleared and the edibles kicked in, JKJ didn’t just walk out with a contact-high. They left with the Grand Champion title and a pack full of wins that rewrote the scoreboard.
Hy-Cube Schnack Pack? First place.
Nebula Blue Raz 500mg Gummy? Gold.
S’mores Bar, JK Cheese Crackers, Sick Sisters Hot Chocolate?
Each one made in-house. Each one with clean, solventless extraction.
Each one a middle finger to every lazy edible slapped together in a race to the bottom.
NOT your “slap a label on it and hope they eat it” kind of treats. These are meticulously crafted, microdosed or high-dose (your choice), and made for real patients. Made for people who need relief, not just a sugar rush. John’s team didn’t cut corners. They melted them down and re-forged them.
JKJ’s line of infused goodies reads like the menu of a retro dessert truck with a PhD in chemistry—freeze-dried strawberries, cheesecakes, ice cream sandwiches, sugar-free brownie bites, and a peanut brittle that’ll break your heart before your teeth. Everything dialed in. Everything built for experience. I get it. Totally.
JKJ slows it down. They listen to the plant. They build products that actually work, medicate consistently, and—shocker—taste fking good. It’s the kind of work that doesn’t always get the headlines. But it should. Because patients deserve better. And John knows it.
John’s also fighting a system that’s stacked against the very people it was supposed to help. When 7-Eleven tried to push out dispensaries, he stood up. When Metrc’s tracking system started bleeding operators dry, he raised hell. He is one of the OG’s. He is here for the patient and he has proven it time and time again.
And to me, that’s what makes JKJ more than a company. It’s a platform. A shield. A cannon. A place where medicine meets movement.
John Koumbis is out here fighting so people like you and me can keep creating, keep growing, keep pushing the culture forward without getting buried under broken systems and lazy politics.
And when I say he doesn’t back down? I mean it.
Put a mic in front of him, he’ll use it.
Put a Goliath in his way, he’ll drop it.
Put a pint of hotdog juice on the table?
He. Will. Drink. It.
And he’ll win the damn contest, too.
