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
Blue Chem Seeds. Yeah, they’re a bit of a trip. You hear the name and it sounds like some kind of sci-fi fertilizer or a cleaning product your grandma wouldn’t let you touch. But no—this is weed. Cannabis. The kind that makes your brain do backflips and your tongue forget how to pronounce “refrigerator.”
So what’s the deal with Blue Chem? First off, it’s a hybrid. Not just any lazy Sunday hybrid, either. This one’s got that sneaky sativa kick hiding behind a thick indica smirk. You smoke it thinking, “Cool, I’ll chill,” and then boom—you’re reorganizing your sock drawer at 2 a.m. while contemplating the ethics of time travel. It’s weird like that.
The genetics? Blueberry and Chemdawg. A lovechild of sticky sweetness and diesel funk. Blueberry brings the mellow, the fruity, the “let’s lie in the grass and stare at clouds” vibe. Chemdawg? That’s the punch in the face. Earthy, chemical, a little aggressive. Together, they make something that smells like a gas station in the middle of a blueberry field. Sounds gross. Smells amazing. Tastes like rebellion.
I’ve grown it. Twice. First time was a disaster—overwatered the poor thing like I was trying to drown it. Second time? Magic. Short bushy plants, thick colas, trichomes like frostbite. It’s not a beginner’s strain, but it’s forgiving if you talk to it. Seriously. Plants know. Don’t ask me how.
What’s it good for? Depends on your poison. Anxiety? Gone. Creativity? Through the roof. Appetite? You’ll eat a whole lasagna and then cry because there’s no more lasagna. It’s not couch-lock weed, but don’t expect to run a marathon either. It’s more like—let’s call your ex and then write a poem about it kind of weed. Dangerous. Beautiful. Dumb.
Some people say it’s too strong. Whatever. Maybe they’re just weak. Or maybe they had a bad batch. Or maybe they’re right and I’m just too far gone to notice. Doesn’t matter. Blue Chem doesn’t care. It shows up, kicks your thoughts around like a soccer ball, and leaves you wondering if you’ve always been this weird or if it’s just the strain.
Seeds aren’t always easy to find. You gotta dig. Some sketchy online shops, maybe a friend of a friend. But when you get them—treat them right. Don’t rush it. Let them stretch, breathe, bloom. They’ll reward you with buds that look like they were rolled in sugar and dipped in dreams.
Anyway. That’s Blue Chem. It’s not for everyone. But if it’s for you—you’ll know. You’ll feel it in your chest. Or maybe in your knees. Or maybe you’ll just laugh for twenty minutes at a squirrel. Who knows.