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Lemon Diesel seeds. Man, where do I even start? These little bastards are loud—like, nose-punching loud. Crack open a jar and it’s like someone zested a lemon over a gas can. Not subtle. Not polite. Just straight-up citrus fuel to the face. And that’s before you even light it.
Growing them? Not for the lazy. They stretch—tall and lanky if you let them—but with the right topping and a bit of tough love, they’ll bush out like they’ve got something to prove. Indoors, you’ll need to manage the smell unless you want your whole apartment complex to know what’s up. Outdoors? They thrive if you’ve got the sun and patience. Mid-October harvest, give or take. But watch for mold if it gets humid. These buds get fat. Like, dense and sticky fat. You’ll see what I mean.
The high? Oh man. It creeps. First it tickles your brain—like, you suddenly remember that one time in high school when you laughed so hard you cried—and then it hits your body like a warm, slow wave. Not couch-lock, but close. You’ll feel it in your shoulders, your knees. Might forget what you were doing. Might not care. Great for zoning out, or zoning in, depending on your mood. I’ve written entire songs on this stuff. I’ve also stared at a spoon for 45 minutes. It’s a gamble.
Flavor-wise, it’s not just lemon and diesel. There’s this weird, almost peppery funk underneath. Like someone dropped a lemon tart in a mechanic’s garage. Sounds gross, but it works. Some people say it’s too much. I say they’re cowards.
Genetics? It’s a cross between California Sour and Lost Coast OG. Which makes sense. You get that sour tang from the Cali side, and the heavy, earthy punch from the OG. It’s a hybrid, sure, but leans indica in the way it settles into your bones. Not a daytime smoke unless your job is, like, staring at clouds or watching paint dry. Then yeah, go nuts.
Honestly, Lemon Diesel isn’t for everyone. It’s loud, it’s weird, it’s got an attitude. But if you’re into strains that make a statement—if you like your weed with a little swagger—this one’s worth growing. Or at least smoking. Just don’t expect it to hold your hand. It’ll slap you, kiss you, then leave you giggling in the kitchen at 2 a.m. with a spoonful of peanut butter and no memory of how you got there.
And that’s kind of the point, isn’t it?