🌱 FEMINIZED 🌿 INDICA 💧 HIGH CBD ☀️ GREENHOUSE

Bay 11 Seeds. Man, where do I even start?

Ever cracked open a jar of Purple Mountain Majesty and just—paused? That smell. Like crushed berries rolled in pine needles, with this weird diesel whisper underneath. It’s not subtle. It punches you in the face, then hugs you after. The seeds? Oh man, those seeds are something else entirely.

Disco Glitter Seeds. Just the name hits like a flashback to a sweaty basement party in '78—mirrorball spinning, bassline thumping, someone’s cousin passed out on a beanbag chair. These seeds don’t mess around. They’re loud. Not in volume, in vibe. You crack open the jar and it’s like the weed is already dancing. Sticky, sparkly little bastards.

Lemon Banana Sherbet seeds. Just saying it out loud feels like a weird little dessert fantasy, right? But nah—this isn’t some frozen treat from a roadside stand. It’s weed. Real-deal cannabis genetics with a name that sounds like it should come with a tiny spoon and a paper cup. And honestly? It kinda smokes like that too. Smooth, sweet, citrusy on the inhale—then boom, that banana funk creeps in like a stoned monkey in a fruit market.

Sour Cheese seeds. Just saying it out loud makes your mouth twist a little, doesn’t it? Like biting into something sharp and funky at the same time—your brain says “no” but your tongue says “again.” That’s the vibe of this strain. It’s not polite. It’s not subtle. It’s loud, stanky, and weirdly addictive.

CBD Critical Mass seeds—man, where do you even start with these? They’re like the chill cousin of the original Critical Mass, except they’ve been dosed with a heavy splash of cannabidiol. Less punch-you-in-the-face high, more melt-into-the-couch calm. You’re not gonna be seeing stars, but you might forget your back was hurting in the first place. Which is kind of the point, right?

Sour Strawberry seeds. Just the name makes your mouth twitch a little, right? Tart, sweet, sticky—like candy you weren’t supposed to eat before dinner. But this isn’t about candy. It’s about cannabis. And these seeds? They’re something else.

Gorilla Bomb seeds. Man, where do you even start with these little monsters? They're not for the faint-hearted, that’s for sure. You crack one open, plant it, and before long—bam—you’ve got this towering, sticky beast that smells like a skunk got drunk in a chocolate factory. It’s chaos. Beautiful, resin-dripping chaos.

Ice Wreck seeds. Just saying the name feels like biting into a snowball laced with jet fuel. This isn’t your mellow, couch-hugging indica or your chirpy, sunshine-sipping sativa. It’s both—smashed together like two trains on the same track. A hybrid, yeah, but not the kind that tiptoes around the edges. This one hits like a brick through a windshield.

Sunny D Seeds. Just saying it makes you think of something bright, citrusy, maybe even nostalgic—like that orange drink from the '90s fridge. But this? This is weed. And not just any weed. We're talking about a strain that smells like someone peeled a tangerine in a pine forest and lit it on fire. In the best way.