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
Indiana Bubble Gum seeds. Man, just saying the name makes your mouth feel sticky sweet. These little bastards have been floating around the underground scene for decades—some say since the ’90s, others swear they go back further. Who knows. What matters is the flavor. That unmistakable, sugary, pink-bazooka-punch-you-in-the-face kind of flavor. It’s not subtle. It’s not refined. It’s bubble gum. Straight up.
Growing them? Not for the faint of heart. These aren’t your plug-and-play autos you toss in a closet and forget. Nah. Indiana Bubble Gum is finicky, moody, like a cat that wants to be pet until it doesn’t. She stretches if you let her, but not too tall—medium height, bushy if you train her right. Indoors, she thrives. Outdoors? Depends. Midwest humidity? Maybe. Pacific Northwest rain? Forget it. Mold city.
But when she flowers—oh man. The room smells like a candy shop exploded. Sweet, but not cloying. There’s a weird earthy undertone too, like someone dropped a wad of gum on forest floor. It’s nostalgic. Weirdly comforting. Makes you think of roller rinks and sticky fingers and summer nights when you were too young to know what weed even was.
Yields? Decent. Not massive, not disappointing. You’ll get enough to share, if you’re feeling generous. Which you might not be, once you smoke it. The high hits fast—like, “wait, did I even finish exhaling?” fast. Euphoric, buzzy, a little floaty. Not couchlock, but not exactly functional either. You’ll start a sentence and forget where you were going halfway through. And laugh about it. A lot.
Medical folks dig it for stress, depression, appetite—classic mood stuff. It’s not some miracle cure, but it’ll make you forget you were pissed off about your boss or your ex or your rent for a couple hours. That’s worth something.
Now, sourcing the seeds? That’s another story. The original Indiana cut is rare—like, unicorn rare. Most of what’s floating around is a hybrid or a backcross or someone’s cousin’s version of the original. Doesn’t mean it’s bad. Just means you gotta know your breeder, or get lucky. Or both.
I’ve grown it twice. First time was a disaster—overfed her, stressed her, ended up with a hermie that pollinated my whole tent. Rookie move. Second time? Magic. Perfect canopy, sticky buds, smelled like a damn candy store. I still think about that harvest sometimes. Like an ex you shouldn’t text, but kinda want to.
So yeah. Indiana Bubble Gum. She’s a diva. But if you treat her right? She’ll sing.