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Clementine seeds. Oh man—if you’ve never grown this citrusy little firecracker of a strain, you’re missing out. These aren’t your average sleepy, couch-lock cannabis seeds. No. Clementine is like a slap of sunshine to the brain. A sativa-dominant hybrid that hits fast, hits bright, and doesn’t apologize for it.
First off, the smell. Even the seeds have this weird, faint tang to them—like someone whispered “orange zest” into a mason jar and sealed it shut. Once they sprout? Forget it. Your grow room’s gonna smell like a fruit stand exploded. Sticky, sweet, sharp. Like peeling a tangerine in the middle of a pine forest. It’s wild.
And the high? Buckle up. Clementine doesn’t creep. It launches. One minute you’re grinding up a nug, next thing you know you’re reorganizing your garage at 2am, listening to 90s techno, and feeling like a genius. It’s that kind of energy. Creative, jittery sometimes—like too much coffee—but in a good way. Mostly. Unless you’re prone to anxiety, then maybe… ease into it. Microdose. Or don’t. I’m not your mom.
Growing it? Not too fussy. She stretches, though. Tall girl. Likes space, hates soggy roots. Keep her dry-ish, give her light, and she’ll reward you with dense, trichome-blasted buds that look like they’ve been rolled in sugar. Flowering time’s not too long either—8 to 9 weeks if you’re lucky. Maybe 10 if she’s being moody.
One thing I will say—Clementine’s not subtle. You smoke this, people know. The smell clings. To your clothes, your car, your soul. Don’t bring it to grandma’s unless she’s cool. And if you’re making edibles? Start low. This strain’s got teeth. Sweet, citrusy, giggle-inducing teeth.
Honestly, I keep a jar of it around just for those days when I feel like the world’s a little too gray. It’s like bottled sunlight. Or a punch in the face from a very happy orange.
Anyway. If you’re into growing your own and want something that’s not just another sleepy indica clone, Clementine seeds are worth the dirt under your nails. Just don’t expect her to be quiet about it.