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.
Lemon Diesel seeds. Man, where do I even start? These little bastards are loud—like, nose-punching loud. Crack open a jar and it’s like someone zested a lemon over a gas can. Not subtle. Not polite. Just straight-up citrus fuel to the face. And that’s before you even light it.
Obama Kush seeds. Yeah, they sound like a joke at first—like someone slapped a presidential name on a plant just to get a laugh. But light one up, and you’ll stop laughing. Fast. This strain doesn’t mess around. It’s got that deep, body-melting indica vibe that makes your couch feel like a cloud and your thoughts slow to a syrupy crawl. And the name? It fits. Calm, wise, smooth-talking. But with weight. Like, “I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed” kind of weight.
Orange Kush seeds. You crack one open, and it smells like someone peeled a tangerine in a pine forest and then lit the whole thing on fire. Not literally, obviously, but there's this sharp citrus punch that hits your nose first—then that deep, earthy funk creeps in behind it. Like the soil’s been whispering secrets to the sun.
Peanut Butter Breath seeds. Just saying the name makes your mouth do a little somersault. It’s weird—funny even—but once you’ve smelled the flower, it clicks. Nutty, earthy, with this faint sweet funk, like someone dropped a spoonful of Skippy in a pine forest and left it there to ferment under moonlight. You either love it or you don’t get it. No in-between.
Pennywise Seeds. Sounds like a joke, right? Like some twisted clown strain that’s gonna sneak up on you and whisper riddles in your ear. But no—this is serious weed. A real-deal, high-CBD, low-THC hybrid that doesn’t mess around. Unless you count messing around with anxiety, pain, and the general bullshit of modern life. Then yeah, it messes around a lot. In a good way.
LA Confidential seeds. Man, where do you even start with these? They’re like that one friend who always shows up late but brings the best damn stories. You forgive everything because—well, they deliver. This strain’s been around the block, old-school vibes with a punch that’ll knock the wind out of your day if you’re not ready. Not in a bad way. Just... lights out, curtains drawn, mind floating somewhere between here and Saturn.
G13 seeds. The name alone sounds like a conspiracy theory wrapped in a cloud of smoke. And maybe it is. Or was. Depends who you ask. Some folks swear the original G13 strain came out of a secret government lab—like, actual black ops weed breeding in the 60s or 70s. Others say that’s just stoner folklore, the kind of myth you tell when you're already halfway to the moon. Either way, the legend stuck. And the seeds? Still floating around, still causing a stir.
OG #18 seeds—man, where do I even start? These little bastards are like the black sheep of the OG Kush family, but in the best way. You crack open a pack and it’s like holding a secret weapon. Not flashy. Not loud. Just... potent. Like, sit-your-ass-down potent. And if you’re growing them? Buckle up. They’ll test your patience, but damn, the payoff hits like a freight train full of pine and diesel fumes.
God’s Gift. Sounds dramatic, right? Like something whispered in a smoky room by someone who’s seen too much. But damn if it doesn’t live up to the name. These seeds—dense, dark, almost oily with promise—carry something heavy. Not just THC. Something deeper. Like a memory you forgot you had until it smacks you in the chest at 2 a.m.
Golden Goat seeds. Man, where do you even start with these? They're like the weird cousin who shows up to the party barefoot, carrying a pineapple, and somehow ends up being the life of the damn thing. Originally a happy accident—no joke—some Hawaiian-Romulan hybrid got a little too cozy with an Island Sweet Skunk in Kansas (yes, Kansas), and boom: Golden Goat was born. You can’t make this stuff up.