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
Chemo seeds. Yeah, those. The name alone hits like a brick—blunt, clinical, no sugarcoating. But behind that sterile label? A strain with a story, and not just some stoner myth cooked up in a basement. We’re talking real-deal roots in medical use. British Columbia, 1970s, cancer patients. Chemo was bred to help them eat, sleep, and maybe just forget for a second that their bodies were at war with themselves.
Now, the genetics—people argue. Some say it’s pure indica, others swear there’s a bit of Kush in the mix. Doesn’t really matter. You grow it, you’ll know. Short, squat plants. Thick, dark leaves. Smells like pine tar and old earth and something sweet rotting in the back of your fridge. Not for the faint of nose. But the high? Heavy. Like gravity just doubled. Couch-lock isn’t a side effect—it’s the whole damn point.
I’ve seen folks underestimate it. They roll a fat one, thinking it’s just another indica. Ten minutes later, they’re staring at the ceiling like it’s whispering secrets. Appetite kicks in hard—like, raid-the-pantry-and-eat-dry-cereal-with-your-hands hard. And sleep? You’ll pass out mid-thought. Mid-sentence. Mid-chew, maybe.
Growing it’s not rocket science, but it’s not idiot-proof either. Indoors is best—control the light, the temp, the humidity. Keep it tight. Outdoors? Only if you’ve got the right climate and zero nosy neighbors. It’s a stinky plant. Not skunky—deeper than that. Musky. Medicinal. Like a forest floor after rain, if the forest was made of hash and regret.
Medical users still swear by it. Chronic pain, nausea, insomnia—it bulldozes through symptoms like it’s got something to prove. Recreational heads? Some love it, some hate it. Depends on what you’re after. If you want to giggle and dance around a bonfire, this ain’t your strain. But if you want to melt into your mattress and forget your own name for a while—bingo.
Seeds can be tricky to find. Not rare exactly, but not flooding the market either. And there’s knockoffs—people slapping the Chemo name on any old indica. Gotta do your homework. Look for breeders with a rep. Ask around. Forums, grow circles, that one guy at the hydro shop who always smells like bong water—he probably knows.
I don’t grow it anymore. Too strong for me these days. Makes me feel like I’m underwater, like my thoughts are moving through syrup. But I respect it. It’s a survivor’s strain. Built for people who needed it, not just wanted it. And that kind of origin? You can’t fake that.
So yeah—Chemo seeds. Not for everyone. But if you know, you know.