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Deadhead OG seeds aren’t for the faint-hearted. This isn’t your mellow, background-music kind of weed. It’s loud. It’s sharp. It hits like a truck with no brakes. You grow this stuff when you want to feel something real—something that doesn’t just fade into the wallpaper of your day.
First time I cracked open a pack of Deadhead OG? Smelled like someone lit a pine tree on fire and buried it in diesel. Funky, earthy, with this weird citrus bite that makes your nose twitch. The kind of aroma that makes you pause—like, wait, is this legal? Should it be?
Genetically, it’s a cross between Chemdawg 91 and SFV OG Kush. Which means it’s got that old-school, West Coast punch. Not the prettiest plant in the garden—kinda scraggly, lanky, with these dark, almost brooding leaves. But damn, when it flowers? Dense nugs, sticky as sin, with trichomes that look like frostbite. You touch it, your fingers stay tacky for hours. No joke.
Growing it’s not rocket science, but it’s also not plug-and-play. She’s temperamental. Likes her space. Doesn’t love humidity. Gets cranky if you overfeed her. But if you dial it in—if you really listen to what she wants—she’ll reward you with buds that smell like rebellion and taste like gasoline-drenched lemons. In a good way. Somehow.
Smoke it and you’ll know. It doesn’t creep. It slams. First hit, your brain does this weird electric flip—like someone turned the lights on too fast. Then the body melt kicks in. Heavy, warm, like gravity just got personal. You’re not going anywhere for a while. And honestly? That’s fine. You weren’t planning on moving anyway.
Medical folks say it’s good for pain, stress, insomnia. I say it’s good for forgetting your ex’s name and watching the ceiling fan for three hours. To each their own.
Deadhead OG isn’t trendy. It’s not cute. It’s not trying to win any Instagram awards. It’s raw, unapologetic, and a little mean. But if you’re into that kind of thing—if you want a strain that doesn’t hold your hand or whisper sweet nothings—this one’s got your name on it.
Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.