ILGM – Editor’s Choice (2026)
ILGM is the US‑focused seed bank with a germination guarantee and fast shipping. Trusted by thousands of growers nationwide.
- ✅ Auto-flowering & feminized seeds
- ✅ High germination rate
- ✅ Fast US shipping
- ✅ Excellent customer support
Herbies Seeds
Herbies Seeds offers a huge selection with worldwide shipping. A solid choice for international growers.
- ✅ Wide variety of strains
- ✅ Reliable shipping
- ✅ Good customer service
- ✅ Payment options available
Crop King Seeds
Crop King Seeds offers a variety of Canadian strains. Slightly lower ratings but still a good option for many growers.
- ✅ Canadian strains
- ✅ Reliable shipping
- ✅ Decent customer support
- ✅ Payment options
Grandma’s Sugar Cookies. Sounds innocent, right? Like something wrapped in wax paper, tucked in a tin, hidden behind the flour in the pantry. But these seeds? They’re not for baking. Unless your oven hits 350°F and smells like diesel-drenched vanilla frosting with a side of “what the hell is that?”
I cracked open a pack last spring—five feminized seeds, each one looking like it had secrets. Dark speckled shells, tight little bombs of potential. Planted them in solo cups with soil that smelled like wet forest and old coffee. Within days, they popped. Fast. Like they were in a hurry to get somewhere. And when they did? Oh man.
These plants don’t grow like your average backyard bush. They stretch—lanky at first, then thickening up like they’ve been lifting weights in secret. Leaves wide and fat, dark green with hints of purple if the nights dip low. Smelled sweet early on, but not cloying. More like sugar scorched on a cast iron pan. Burnt caramel. With a weird, almost peppery funk underneath. Like your grandma’s spice rack got raided by a stoner chemist.
By week six of flower, the buds were dense—like, drop-it-on-the-table-and-it-thuds dense. Trichomes everywhere. Sticky, glittering, absurd. You touch one and your fingers don’t stop smelling like it for hours. Maybe days. Depends how often you wash your hands. I don’t judge.
Now, the high. That’s where things get strange. First hit? You’re laughing. Like, belly-laughing at nothing. Like someone just told you the dumbest joke and it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard. Then—bam—you’re sideways. Couch-locked. Not in a bad way, more like your body just decided “we’re done here” and your brain said “cool, let’s float.” It’s heavy. Euphoric. But also weirdly clear? Like you’re high as hell but still know where your keys are. I don’t get it either.
Yield-wise? Not massive. But respectable. Quality over quantity, always. And honestly, if you’re growing Grandma’s Sugar Cookies, you’re not doing it to fill jars. You’re doing it because you want to smoke something that tastes like a memory and hits like a truck.
Oh—and the name? It’s not cute. It’s a warning. This strain will lull you in with its sweet, nostalgic vibe, then absolutely wreck your afternoon plans. Don’t say I didn’t tell you.
Would I grow it again? Hell yes. Already have more seeds stashed in the freezer, next to the pizza rolls. Priorities.