🌱 FEMINIZED 🌿 INDICA 💧 LOW THC ☀️ INDOOR

Garlicane seeds. Just saying the name feels weirdly satisfying—like chewing on a word with teeth. These little bastards are loud. Not in volume, obviously, but in presence. You crack open a jar of cured Garlicane flower and the room changes. Garlic funk, diesel, something sweet underneath it all like bruised fruit left in the sun too long. It’s not polite weed. It’s not trying to be your friend.

Granola Funk Seeds. Just saying the name makes your mouth twitch a little, right? Like you’re about to bite into something earthy, weird, and maybe a little too real. This isn’t your average backyard bud. It’s loud. It’s sticky. It smells like someone spilled a smoothie in a record store and just left it there to ferment under the sun. And I mean that in the best possible way.

Raskal OG Seeds. Damn. If you know, you know. This isn’t your average backyard breeder tossing pollen around and hoping for the best. These seeds carry weight—history, hype, and that unmistakable nose that punches you in the face before you even crack the jar. You open a bag of Raskal OG and suddenly the room smells like pine needles got into a fistfight with diesel fumes and lemon zest. It’s loud. Real loud.

Sharksbreath. Even the name hits weird. Like a punchline you didn’t hear coming. It’s one of those strains that doesn’t ask for attention—it just takes it. A cross between Great White Shark and Lamb’s Bread (or is it Lamb’s Breath? People argue), this hybrid leans indica but doesn’t always act like it. Sometimes it creeps. Sometimes it slams. Depends on the day, the grow, your mood, the moon. Who knows.

Ever cracked open a pack of B-52 seeds? No? Then you probably haven’t felt that weird mix of curiosity and low-key reverence that hits when you realize—you’re holding something that’s gonna grow into a damn monster. Not in a bad way. Just... big. Loud. Like the plane it’s named after, this strain doesn’t tiptoe in. It drops bombs. Heavy, sticky, sweet-smelling bombs of chill.

Yellow Fruit Stripe. Just the name makes your mouth twitch a little, right? Like some neon bubblegum from the '90s that never quite left your tongue. But this isn’t candy. It’s cannabis—loud, sticky, stubbornly sweet—and if you’ve got the seeds, you’re already halfway to something wild.

Bootylicious Seeds. Yeah, that’s the name—don’t laugh. Or do. It kinda fits. This strain doesn’t tiptoe in with subtlety or whisper sweet nothings about “earthy undertones” or “balanced terpene profiles.” Nah. Bootylicious kicks the door down, throws glitter in your face, and says, “You ready or what?”

Rainbow Cake seeds. Just the name makes you grin a little, doesn’t it? Like someone baked a birthday party into a nug. But don’t let the cutesy vibe fool you—this strain’s got teeth. It’s not some lightweight puff-and-go. No, this one sits you down, hands you a slice of something sticky-sweet, and whispers, “You’re not going anywhere for a while.”

Okay, so Chemmy Jones. First off—what a name, right? Sounds like a stoner detective from a 70s cop show, but no, it's a cannabis strain. A damn good one. You ever crack open a jar and the smell just punches you in the face with this weird, citrusy fuel funk? That’s Chemmy. It’s like lemon cleaner and diesel had a baby and then that baby grew up and decided to melt your brain in the best way possible.

Miracle Whip seeds. Yeah, the name throws people off. Sounds like something you'd smear on a sandwich, not roll into a joint. But don't let the name fool you—this strain’s got bite. It’s not sweet, not creamy, not even remotely related to condiments. It’s weed. Loud, sticky, weirdly energizing weed.