ILGM – Editor’s Choice (2026)
ILGM is the US‑focused seed bank with a germination guarantee and fast shipping. Trusted by thousands of growers nationwide.
- ✅ Auto-flowering & feminized seeds
- ✅ High germination rate
- ✅ Fast US shipping
- ✅ Excellent customer support
Herbies Seeds
Herbies Seeds offers a huge selection with worldwide shipping. A solid choice for international growers.
- ✅ Wide variety of strains
- ✅ Reliable shipping
- ✅ Good customer service
- ✅ Payment options available
Crop King Seeds
Crop King Seeds offers a variety of Canadian strains. Slightly lower ratings but still a good option for many growers.
- ✅ Canadian strains
- ✅ Reliable shipping
- ✅ Decent customer support
- ✅ Payment options
22 Seeds. That’s a weird number, right? Not 20, not 25—just 22. Like someone counted them out by hand, then got distracted mid-scoop. But maybe that’s the point. Maybe it’s not about symmetry or logic. Maybe it’s about potential. Each one of those seeds? A shot at something wild, sticky, skunky, euphoric. Or mellow. Or just… weirdly introspective. Depends on the strain. Depends on the soil. Depends on you.
I’ve held them in my palm—tiny, tiger-striped, hard as hell. You wouldn’t think they could do much. They look like they belong in a bird feeder. But give them warmth, water, a little patience (okay, a lot), and they’ll crack open like secrets. Roots punch downward, stems reach up like they’re starving for sunlight. It’s kind of violent, honestly. Beautiful, too.
Some folks treat cannabis seeds like collectibles. Genetics, phenotypes, terpene profiles—there’s a whole nerdy rabbit hole you can fall into. And I have. Once spent three hours arguing with a guy online about whether Blueberry Kush is better stabilized in F3 or F5 generations. Spoiler: he was wrong. But also, who cares? Grow what you like. Smoke what makes you grin.
There’s this myth that you need to be some kind of horticultural wizard to grow from seed. Nah. You need dirt. Light. Water. And the willingness to screw up a few times. Maybe more than a few. I’ve drowned seedlings. Burned them with nutes. Forgot about one in a closet for two weeks—it survived, somehow. Grew sideways like it was trying to escape. I respected that.
22 seeds means 22 chances. Not all of them will make it. Some will pop and die. Some won’t pop at all. That’s life. But the ones that do? They’ll teach you things. About patience. About resilience. About how your whole apartment can smell like a pine forest dipped in gasoline. And you’ll love it.
Oh—and don’t let anyone shame you for growing bagseed. Some of the best plants I’ve ever had came from mystery seeds found in the bottom of a grinder. No name, no hype, just pure chaos genetics. Sometimes chaos wins.
Anyway. 22 seeds. Keep them in the fridge if you’re not planting right away. Dark container. Rice for humidity. Don’t overthink it. Or do. That’s part of the fun. Just don’t expect all of them to be superstars. One might be. That’s enough.
And if someone asks why 22? Just shrug. Say it felt right. Or say nothing. Let the plants do the talking.