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Lee Roy Seeds. Man—where do I even start?
These aren’t your average, dime-a-dozen, tossed-in-a-baggie cannabis seeds. No. Lee Roy’s got this… swagger. Like, you crack open a pack and it’s like the seeds know they’re special. They sit there all smug, fat and striped, like they’ve already decided they’re gonna grow into something mean and sticky and loud. And they usually do.
I remember the first time I ran a Lee Roy cross—some back-alley trade with a guy who smelled like pine tar and regret. Popped three beans. One hermed, one stalled, but the third? Jesus. That plant was a monster. Like it had something to prove. Dense buds, reeking of citrus and gasoline, and a high that didn’t ask permission. Just kicked the door in and made itself at home.
Lee Roy’s genetics come from that OG Kush bloodline, but it’s not just another OG remix. There’s something sharper in it. More aggressive. Like someone took the chill out of OG and replaced it with caffeine and a grudge. It’s got that classic couch-lock, sure—but it also makes your brain do cartwheels if you’re not careful. I’ve seen people take one hit and start talking about childhood trauma. No joke.
And growing it? Not for the lazy. These plants stretch like they’re trying to escape the tent. You gotta train ’em early or they’ll take over. But if you do it right—if you give them just enough stress, just enough love—they’ll reward you with buds that look like they were dipped in sugar and rolled in broken dreams. Trichomes for days. Smell so loud your neighbors start asking questions.
Honestly, I don’t even know if Lee Roy is still being bred heavy these days. Feels like one of those strains that had its moment, then disappeared into the underground—only whispered about in forums and passed around in clone form like contraband. But if you can find seeds? Grab ’em. No hesitation. Grow them like they’re your last.
Because Lee Roy doesn’t just grow weed. It grows stories. It grows mistakes and triumphs and late-night paranoia. It’s not for everyone. But if you’re into the kind of cannabis that punches first and asks questions never—this is your guy.
Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.