🌱 FEMINIZED 🌿 INDICA 💧 LOW CBD ☀️ INDOOR

Glue Trap seeds. Just the name makes your fingers feel sticky, right? Like you touched something you weren’t supposed to. Like you opened a jar of something dangerous and sweet and now it’s all over your hands. That’s the vibe. That’s the weed.

Woody OG seeds. Damn. These little suckers carry a punch—like, the kind that sneaks up on you after you’ve been talking shit all night, then BAM. Lights out. That’s the vibe. Earthy, piney, with this weird sweet funk that sticks to your tongue like sap. Not for the faint-hearted or the “I just want a mellow buzz” crowd. Nah. This is for the ones who want to sink into the couch and forget what day it is.

CBD Mango Haze seeds—man, where do I even start? These little green grenades are something else. You crack one open, plant it, and a few months later you're staring at a lanky, citrus-scented beast that smells like a fruit stand got high and wandered into a jazz club. It's not your average couch-lock strain. No, this one's got bounce. Energy. A kind of sparkling clarity that makes you want to clean your kitchen at 2 a.m. or write a novel about bees or whatever weird thing your brain decides is urgent.

Double Diesel Seeds. Just saying the name feels like revving an engine—raw, gritty, loud. This isn’t your mellow Sunday-afternoon-on-the-porch strain. It’s more like a Friday night in a warehouse rave, sweat dripping, bass pounding, neon lights flickering off your teeth. You don’t grow Double Diesel because you want something “chill.” You grow it because you want your weed to punch you in the face, then kiss your forehead after.

White Urkle seeds. Man, where do you even start with a name like that? Sounds like a cartoon character got lost in a grow room and came out sticky, purple, and smelling like a fruit stand in July. But these seeds—these little speckled promises—they’re no joke. They’ve got history, swagger, and a weird kind of cult following that borders on obsessive. People whisper about them like they’re talking about some underground jazz record or a secret fishing hole. You either know, or you don’t.

Frankenstein Seeds. Just the name alone sounds like something stitched together in a thunderstorm, doesn’t it? Like some mad botanist took a lightning bolt to a cannabis plant and said, “Live, damn you!” And maybe that’s not too far off. These seeds—mutant, hybrid, unpredictable—don’t play by the rules. They’re not for the faint of heart or the lazy grower. You want easy? Go buy autoflowers from a gas station. You want weird, wild, potentially genius-level herb? Frankenstein’s your guy.

Goliath Seeds. Just the name hits heavy, right? Like some ancient beast stomping through your garden, dragging a sack of monstrous genetics behind it. These aren’t your average backyard beans. No, these things are bred to be big—like, stupid big. Plants that stretch up like they’ve got something to prove. Buds that look like they’re about to collapse under their own sticky, sugar-coated weight. You don’t grow Goliath if you’re trying to be subtle. You grow Goliath if you want your neighbors to ask questions.

Sour Strawberry Diesel seeds—man, where do I even start? These little green grenades are like the punk rockers of the cannabis world. Loud, sticky, a little unpredictable. You crack open a jar and boom—sweet berry funk smacks you in the face, then that diesel creeps in behind it, like burnt rubber and gasoline soaked into a strawberry patch. It’s weird. It’s awesome.

Krishna Kush. Just saying the name feels like incense smoke curling through a cracked window at midnight. This isn’t your average backyard bud—this is old soul cannabis. Heavy, earthy, almost spiritual in its presence. You don’t grow Krishna Kush. You invite it in.

Double Tangie Banana. Sounds like a smoothie, right? But nah—this one’s not for breakfast. It’s a cannabis strain, a damn juicy one, and the seeds? Oh man, they’re like little grenades of citrus-funk potential just waiting to blow up in your grow room.