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Permafrost Seeds. Just the name hits cold—like biting wind across your face at 3 a.m. in the dead of January. These cannabis seeds aren’t your average backyard sprouters. They’re tough. Built for survival. Like, if you dropped them in a snowbank and forgot about them for a month, they’d probably still pop when the sun came back. Maybe even stronger.
I’ve grown a lot of strains. Some melt in the heat. Others stretch too tall, get floppy, needy. But Permafrost? It’s got backbone. The kind of plant that doesn’t ask for much—just dirt, light, and a little patience. And when it blooms? Damn. Frosted like a donut left in a freezer. Trichomes everywhere. Sticky, glittery, almost rude with how loud it gets.
Now, the high. That’s something else. Hits fast, but not like a slap—more like a slow climb up a mountain you didn’t realize you were on. One minute you’re sipping coffee, next you’re staring at the wall thinking about how weird elbows are. It’s cerebral, yeah, but not floaty. Grounded. Like your brain’s flying but your body’s still got boots on.
Some folks say it’s a sativa-dominant hybrid. Others argue it leans indica. Honestly? Who cares. Labels are for shelves. Smoke it and decide for yourself. I’ve had it make me clean my whole damn kitchen. I’ve also had it glue me to the couch watching old skate videos from 2003. It’s moody like that. Weather-dependent, maybe. Or maybe it just knows what you need better than you do.
Growing it’s not rocket science, but it’s not idiot-proof either. It likes cooler temps—makes sense, right? Permafrost. Keep it too hot and it’ll sulk. But treat it right, give it some chill nights, and it rewards you with dense, icy buds that smell like pine, menthol, and something else I can’t quite name. Like walking through a forest after a snowstorm. Clean. Sharp. A little nostalgic.
One time I gave a jar to this guy I met at a show—total stranger. He hit me up two weeks later, said it made him cry during a documentary about whales. I don’t know what that means, but it stuck with me. There’s something emotional about this strain. It digs deep. Doesn’t just get you high—it gets in there. Under your skin. In your ribs.
Anyway. If you’re looking for something easy, something basic—skip it. This isn’t your plug’s mystery bag. Permafrost Seeds are for growers who want a little challenge, a little magic. For smokers who want to feel something weird and real. For people who don’t mind a little frostbite if it means touching something wild.
Grow it. Or don’t. But if you do.
Don’t say I didn’t warn you.