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Diesel Dough. Just saying it feels sticky. Like resin on your fingertips after a long trim session. This isn’t your average seed pack—it’s loud. Funky. A little rude, honestly. But that’s the charm. You crack open a jar of this stuff and the room changes. People turn. Someone says, “What the hell is that?” And you just grin.
These seeds? They’re a cross between Sour Diesel and Do-Si-Dos, which sounds like a weird dance-off but ends up being this wild hybrid that hits both your head and your knees. Sour Diesel brings the fuel—sharp, nose-wrinkling, almost chemical. Do-Si-Dos smooths it out with that cookie-dough sweetness, but not too much. It’s still got teeth. You’re not smoking candy here.
Growing it? Not for the lazy. Or the clueless. Diesel Dough can stretch if you let it, especially in veg. She’s got legs. But if you train her right—top, bend, maybe even a little stress—she rewards you with fat, greasy colas that stink like a gas station bakery. Weird image, but it fits.
Flower time’s somewhere in the 8-10 week zone, depending on your setup. Indoors, she thrives. Outdoors? Eh, maybe—if you’ve got the climate and the patience. Mold can be a bitch if you’re not careful. These buds get dense. Like, break-your-grinder dense.
Smoke report? Oh man. First hit, you get that diesel punch—sharp, almost sour. Then the dough creeps in, soft and warm, like someone just baked cookies in a tire shop. It’s confusing. In a good way. High comes fast, cerebral at first—your brain lights up, thoughts scatter like marbles on a tile floor. Then the body melt kicks in. Couch-lock? Sometimes. Depends how much you smoke. And how fast.
I’ve had nights where one joint of Diesel Dough turned into three hours of staring at the ceiling, thinking about ex-girlfriends and the meaning of time. Other nights, I cleaned my whole kitchen and reorganized my vinyl collection. It’s unpredictable. But that’s part of the fun.
Bag appeal? Off the charts. Frosty as hell. Nugs look like they’ve been rolled in sugar and regret. Orange hairs, deep greens, sometimes a hint of purple if you dial in your temps. People see it and they want it. Simple as that.
Is it for everyone? Nah. Some folks can’t handle the diesel funk. Others want something more mellow, more “approachable.” Diesel Dough doesn’t care. It’s not here to make friends. It’s here to get you high and maybe mess with your head a little.
If you’re looking for a strain with personality—like, real, in-your-face, unapologetic personality—this might be it. Just don’t expect it to play nice. Or smell nice. Or behave.
But damn, when it hits . . . it hits.