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Ghost Rider OG seeds. Just saying the name feels like a punch to the chest. These aren’t your average backyard beans—this strain’s got attitude, a twisted lineage, and a reputation that’s half myth, half straight-up fire. You crack open a pack and it smells like rebellion. Pine, diesel, something sour underneath, like citrus left too long in the sun. It’s not polite weed. It’s not trying to be your friend.
I’ve grown these bastards once. Maybe twice. They’re moody. Temperamental. But when they hit flowering? Oh man. Dense, sticky buds that look like they’ve been rolled in sugar and regret. The kind of nugs that make you pause mid-trim just to stare. And the smell gets louder—like it’s yelling through the jar. Funky, sharp, a little sweet, like burnt rubber and lemon zest had a baby and raised it in a biker bar.
Genetics-wise, it’s a mashup of Ghost OG and The White. Which explains the frost. Seriously, this stuff glows under light—trichomes like fresh snow on a windshield. But don’t let the sparkle fool you. This ain’t decorative. It’s a heavy hitter. Couch-lock? Yeah, if you’re lucky. Otherwise, it’s a full-body shutdown with a side of existential dread. Or bliss. Depends on your mood, I guess.
Growing it’s not for the faint-hearted. She stretches. She sulks. She’ll herm if you so much as look at her wrong during week five. But if you dial it in—tight environment, good airflow, don’t overfeed—she’ll reward you with yields that make your scale blink twice. Indoor or out, she prefers a bit of space. Let her breathe. Let her stretch. Don’t try to control her too much. She bites.
Smoke report? Jesus. First hit’s like a slap. Earthy, gassy, then suddenly you’re floating sideways through your own thoughts. It’s not a party strain. It’s a “sit down and shut up” strain. Perfect for late nights, horror movies, long walks where you forget where you were going. And the comedown’s clean. No hangover. Just a weird sense that time folded in on itself for a while.
Would I grow it again? Maybe. Depends how much chaos I’m in the mood for. It’s not a plug-and-play seed. It’s a challenge. A dare. But damn, when it works—it really works. Just don’t underestimate it. This one’s got teeth.
And if someone tells you it’s just another OG cross? Laugh in their face. Then pass them the jar. Let the flower do the talking.