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.
Chocolate Chunk seeds. Just saying the name makes you want to lean back and light something up, doesn’t it? These little beans—dense, dark, almost ominous—hide a sleepy, sticky secret. Pure indica. Old-school. None of that hybrid confusion where your body’s melting but your brain’s doing cartwheels. No. This is couch-lock, snack-attack, sleep-like-a-baby weed. The kind your uncle used to grow behind the garage before he got paranoid and switched to tomatoes.
Ever cracked open a jar of Pineapple Super Silver Haze? That first whiff—sweet, sharp, citrusy chaos—hits like a memory you forgot you had. It’s not subtle. It’s not trying to be. This stuff announces itself, then lingers like a song stuck in your head for days. And the seeds? Oh man, the seeds are where the whole trip begins.
Samoas Seeds. Yeah, like the cookie—except this one doesn’t come in a Girl Scout box and it sure as hell won’t leave you sober. This strain’s got a name that sticks in your head, sweet and a little mischievous, like it knows something you don’t. And maybe it does. Maybe it’s hiding a secret in those sticky, sugar-dusted buds that smell like toasted coconut and gasoline. Weird combo? Sure. But it works. It works too well.
Medicine Man Seeds. Yeah, that name hits different, doesn’t it? Sounds like something whispered in a smoky room, or carved into the side of a wooden box buried under a floorboard in Humboldt. It’s not just branding—it’s a vibe. A legacy. A little bit of myth wrapped in a ziplock bag.
Bad Azz Kush. Even the name hits like a backhand. This isn’t your average backyard bud—this is the kind of strain that walks into a room and everyone shuts up. Heavy Indica lineage, straight outta the OG Kush family tree, with a twist of Afghan and Urkel in its blood. Yeah, Urkel. That purple funk that smells like crushed grapes and gasoline. It's got that deep, earthy musk that sticks to your clothes and your soul.
Golden Tiger Seeds. Damn. Where do I even start?
Lost Coast Seeds. Man, where do you even start with a name like that? It sounds like something whispered in the back of a van parked too long on a Humboldt backroad—half legend, half dirt-under-the-nails reality. And maybe that’s exactly what it is. These aren’t your average, mass-produced, barcode-stamped cannabis seeds. These are the kind of genetics that feel like they’ve been passed down in a mason jar, tucked behind a bookshelf, forgotten until someone needed something real again.
Tidal Wave Seeds. Just saying the name feels like something’s about to crash over you—fast, loud, and maybe a little bit illegal depending on where you live. These aren’t your average backyard beans. No, these are the kind of cannabis seeds you stash like treasure, whisper about in hushed tones at the grow shop, and only pull out when you’re ready to grow something that might just knock your socks into next week.
Zen Seeds. Sounds like a meditation retreat, right? But nah—these are cannabis seeds. Little botanical grenades packed with potential. You plant one, and weeks later, you’re staring at a living, breathing, sticky green miracle. Or a total mess, depending on how you treat it. Nature doesn’t guarantee anything. It just offers a shot.
Blackberry Fire seeds. Just saying the name feels sticky—like resin on your fingertips after a long trim session. These little bastards don’t mess around. You crack the jar and it’s like someone lit a berry bush on fire in your lungs. Sweet, smoky, borderline rude. But in a good way. Like a friend who tells you when you’ve got spinach in your teeth.