ILGM is the US‑focused seed bank with a germination guarantee and fast shipping. Trusted by thousands of growers nationwide.
Herbies Seeds offers a huge selection with worldwide shipping. A solid choice for international growers.
Crop King Seeds offers a variety of Canadian strains. Slightly lower ratings but still a good option for many growers.
Aurora Indica seeds. Yeah—those. You plant them, and if you’re lucky (or patient or just not a total idiot with soil), you get a squat, sticky little monster that smells like the inside of a spice cabinet someone set on fire. Heavy on the Afghan, with a whisper of Northern Lights. Or maybe it’s a growl. Either way, it’s not polite.
Batman OG Seeds. Just the name hits different, right? Like some dark, brooding vigilante strain that’s been lurking in the shadows of your stash box, waiting for the right moment to strike. And when it does—damn. You feel it. Heavy. Deep. Like a gravel-throated whisper in your ear saying, “Relax. I got this.”
Banana Puddintain. Yeah, that’s the name. Sounds like something your grandma might whip up on a lazy Sunday, right? But nah—this ain’t dessert. It’s weed. Or more specifically, cannabis seeds. Funky little things that grow into some of the most absurdly sweet, sticky, brain-bending plants you’ll ever meet. If you’re into that kind of thing. And if you’re not? Well, maybe you should be.
Blue Cheese seeds. God, where do I even start with these funky little bastards?
Bubba OG seeds. Damn. Where do you even start with a strain like this? It’s not just weed—it’s a whole vibe. You crack open a jar of this stuff and it’s like the room gets quieter, heavier, more serious. Earthy, coffee-soaked funk hits your nose first, then that weirdly sweet, almost chocolatey back-end creeps in. You know the smell. The “oh, this is gonna knock me out” smell.
Blueberry Headband seeds—man, where do I even start? This strain’s like a weird fever dream that somehow works. You’ve got the sweet, nostalgic punch of Blueberry (yeah, that old-school 70s funk) mashed up with the diesel-soaked attitude of Headband. It shouldn’t make sense. But it does. Like peanut butter and jalapeños. Or a dog in sunglasses. You get the idea.
Ace of Spades seeds. Man, where do I even start?
Berner’s Cookies seeds—man, where do you even start? These aren’t just cannabis seeds. They’re like little genetic time bombs, packed with swagger and legacy and hype and, yeah, some real-deal fire. You don’t just grow Cookies. You commit to it. You babysit it. You obsess over it like it’s your first crush who maybe texted you back once in 2012 and you never really got over it.
Blue Mystic. Just the name feels like a whisper in a dark room—cool, quiet, a little mysterious. You hear it and think: something smooth, something hidden. And yeah, it kind of is. This strain doesn’t scream. It doesn’t need to. It creeps in like fog under a door, and before you know it, you’re floating sideways through your own thoughts, wondering how the hell your couch got so comfortable.
Black Label Kush seeds. Damn. Where do I even start?