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Darkside OG seeds. Man, where do I even start?
This isn’t your average backyard bud. These seeds—thick, dark little bastards—carry a kind of quiet menace. You crack open the pack and there’s this weird, earthy smell, like wet bark and burnt sugar. Not sweet, not really. More like something that used to be sweet before it got dragged through the dirt. That’s the vibe.
Grown right, Darkside OG plants get chunky. Not tall and elegant—nah, they squat. Thick stems, fat leaves, like they’re bracing for a fight. And the buds? Dense as hell. Sticky too. Like, gum-on-your-shoe sticky. You touch one and it clings to your fingers like it knows you’re up to something.
Now, the high. That’s where things get weird. It doesn’t hit you like a slap—it creeps. First your shoulders drop, then your thoughts start to melt into each other. You’re sitting there thinking about tacos and suddenly you’re crying about your ex. Or laughing about your ex. Or both. It’s that kind of strain. Heavy, emotional, unpredictable. Like a bad trip that somehow feels good.
I’ve seen people underestimate it. They think, “Oh, it’s just another OG cross, how strong can it be?” Then 30 minutes later they’re horizontal, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember their own name. It’s not a party strain. It’s a sit-your-ass-down-and-feel-some-shit strain. Meditative, maybe. Or just… intense.
Growing it’s not for the lazy either. She’s finicky. Doesn’t like too much heat, gets pissy if the humidity’s off. But if you treat her right—give her space, good airflow, a little love—she’ll reward you. Big time. Yields aren’t massive, but the quality? Chef’s kiss. Trichomes like frost on a windshield. Smells like pine needles and gasoline. Smokes like a dream dipped in tar.
Honestly, I think Darkside OG is for the real ones. The folks who aren’t afraid to go deep. Not just into their stash, but into their own heads. It’s not a casual strain. It’s a commitment. A little dangerous, a little seductive. Like that one friend who always gets you into trouble—but you keep calling anyway.
If you’re thinking about growing it, do it. But don’t half-ass it. She’ll know. And she’ll punish you for it. But if you nail it? You’ll have something special. Something dark, sticky, and unforgettable.
Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.