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
Ever cracked open a pack of Nchoosha Y seeds? No? Then you haven’t really lived in the dirt-under-your-nails, sunburn-on-your-neck world of cannabis growing. These little bastards—tiny, striped, and mean-looking—carry something wild in them. Not your average, overbred, couch-lock genetics. Nah. Nchoosha Y is different. It’s got teeth.
I remember the first time I got my hands on a few. Traded a guy in Humboldt for a busted guitar and a half jar of old rosin. Worth it. Worth it ten times over. Popped three—only one female, but damn, she was a beast. Grew like she was angry. Leaves like jagged knives, deep green with this weird purplish hue that looked almost bruised. Smelled like burnt rubber and mango skin. Not for everyone. But if you know, you know.
And the high? Not soft. Not gentle. This isn’t your mellow Sunday morning strain. Nchoosha Y hits like a stolen car—fast, loud, a little terrifying. First it grabs your temples, then your spine. Then you’re just… gone. Not floaty, more like launched. I’ve seen people take one hit and just sit there blinking, like they forgot how to speak. I love that.
Genetics? Who the hell knows. Some say it’s an old landrace cross from the mountains near Oaxaca. Others swear it’s a freak pheno from a forgotten seed bank in the Balkans. Could be both. Could be neither. That’s part of the charm—mystery. You don’t grow Nchoosha Y because you want predictability. You grow it because you want to feel like you’re doing something slightly illegal, even if you’re not.
It’s not easy to grow, either. Finicky as hell. Sensitive to overwatering, hates cold nights, throws nanners if you even look at her wrong during flower. But if you treat her right—if you learn her rhythms, her moods—she rewards you with something that doesn’t just get you high. It changes your damn perspective. Makes you question things. Like why your other plants feel so… tame.
And yeah, the yield’s not massive. Don’t expect fat, commercial-style colas. This isn’t a cash crop. This is for the heads. The weirdos. The ones who still believe there’s magic in the soil. If you’re chasing THC percentages and Instagram likes, look elsewhere. But if you want something raw, something that bites back—Nchoosha Y might be your girl.
One last thing—don’t sell this. Don’t ruin it. Share it with people who get it. Keep it weird. Keep it underground. Some strains aren’t meant for the spotlight. They’re meant for midnight sessions, dirty fingernails, and long, rambling conversations that go nowhere but feel like everything.
Grow it. Smoke it. Don’t talk too much about it.