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
Gummiez Seeds. Man, where do I even start?
These little devils are like candy-coated chaos wrapped in a seed shell. You look at them—tiny, harmless, just sitting there like they don’t know what they’re capable of. But plant one, give it some light, some love, a little whisper of humidity, and boom. You’ve got a sticky, loud, sugar-funk monster on your hands. Not for the faint-hearted. Or the lazy.
Gummiez is a crossbreed—Gelato and Peach Ringz, if I remember right. And yeah, it smells like someone spilled a bag of sour gummies in a gas station. Sweet, but with that weird chemical tang that makes your nose twitch. Some people love it. Others gag. I’m somewhere in the middle, honestly. Depends on the day.
Growing it? Not a walk in the park. It stretches. Like, a lot. You think you’ve got it under control, then one morning it’s towering over the others like it owns the damn tent. You’ll need to top it, maybe twice. And keep an eye on the humidity—those dense, frosty buds are mold magnets if you’re sloppy. Trust me, I lost half a crop once because I got cocky. Never again.
But when it works . . . oh man. The payoff is stupid good. Thick, resin-dripping colas that look like they’ve been rolled in sugar and sadness. The high? It sneaks up on you. Starts in the cheeks—tingly, giggly—then slides down your spine like warm syrup. Before you know it, you’re horizontal, watching the ceiling swirl, wondering if you left the oven on. Or if you even have an oven.
Not a daytime strain, unless your job involves staring at clouds or talking to your plants. Which, hey, maybe it does. No judgment.
Flavor-wise, it’s a trip. First hit is all fruit loops and diesel, then it goes earthy, almost nutty. Like someone dipped a peach ring in motor oil and handed it to you with a grin. It shouldn’t work—but it does. Somehow.
And the seeds? Not cheap. But worth it if you’ve got the patience and the setup. Don’t bother if you’re just tossing them in a solo cup on a windowsill. Gummiez needs space, attention, and a little bit of obsession. It’s a diva. But a damn talented one.
Would I grow it again? Yeah. Probably. When I’m feeling masochistic. Or just miss that weird candy-fuel funk in my lungs.
Anyway. That’s Gummiez. Sweet, sticky, stubborn as hell. Just like me, I guess.