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Member Berry seeds. Jesus. Where do I even start?
They’re sticky little bastards—genetically speaking, a cross between Skunkberry and Mandarin Sunset, but that doesn’t really say much unless you’ve had your face melted by either. You crack open a jar and it’s like someone punched a fruit stand and then lit it on fire. Sweet, citrusy, with this weird nostalgic funk underneath. Like opening an old lunchbox from the ’90s and finding a Capri Sun and a half-smoked joint inside.
Growing them? Not for the lazy. These plants don’t just pop up like dandelions. They need attention—like, actual care. Not just water and light, but real vibes. You ignore them, they sulk. You talk to them, they perk up. I’m not saying they’re sentient, but I’m also not not saying that.
Indica-dominant, sure, but don’t let that lull you into thinking it’s couch-lock city. It’s more like—your body melts, but your brain starts flipping through old photo albums. You remember things you didn’t even know you remembered. That one summer when you thought you could skateboard. The smell of your grandma’s porch. A song you haven’t heard in 17 years just starts playing in your head like it never left. It’s weird. Beautiful. Sometimes a little sad.
Yields? Decent. Not massive, but respectable. You’re not growing this for pounds anyway. You’re growing it for that one night when you want to feel something real. Or fake. Or both. I don’t know. It’s complicated.
Flowering time’s around 8–9 weeks, give or take. They’re not too fussy about climate, but they do better indoors unless you live somewhere with perfect autumns. Which, let’s be honest, you probably don’t. Keep the humidity in check—these buds get dense, and mold is a sneaky little bastard.
And the high? God. It’s like someone wrapped your brain in a warm blanket and whispered, “Hey, remember Tamagotchis?” while your limbs slowly forget how to be limbs. Not overwhelming, but it creeps. You’ll be laughing at nothing, then crying at a cereal commercial. It’s a trip. A soft, weird, emotional trip.
I wouldn’t recommend it for your first grow. Or maybe I would. Depends on how reckless you’re feeling. It’s not the easiest strain, but it’s not a diva either. Just… sensitive. Like a stoned poet who wants to talk about their childhood but also maybe just nap.
Anyway. If you’re into flavor, nostalgia, and a little emotional whiplash—Member Berry’s your jam. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.