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
Pineberry seeds. Yeah, those. You ever crack open a jar and get hit with that weird, citrusy funk that smells like a pine forest got drunk on strawberries? That’s Pineberry. Not some lab-born hybrid cooked up for Instagram aesthetics—this one’s got dirt under its nails. Grit. Old-school vibes with a twist that makes your nose twitch and your brain go, “Wait, what?”
Now, growing these seeds? Not for the lazy. They’re not delicate, exactly, but they’ve got moods. Some days they stretch tall like they’re chasing ghosts, other days they squat low and leafy like they’re hiding from the sun. You gotta read them. Feel them. They don’t respond well to overwatering or micromanaging. Let them breathe. Let them be weird.
And the high—Jesus. It doesn’t slap you in the face like some diesel-heavy indicas. It creeps. Like fog rolling in over a lake at 5am. First your shoulders drop. Then your thoughts start to wander—nothing scary, just floaty. Like, “Should I call my cousin about that boat trip?” kind of thoughts. It’s mellow, but not sleepy. More like… lucid dreaming while awake.
People say it’s good for anxiety. I don’t know. Maybe. It’s not a miracle. But I’ve seen it pull folks out of their heads long enough to breathe again. That’s something. That’s worth growing.
Flavor-wise? It’s a strange one. Not sweet like candy, but not earthy either. It’s got this tang—almost like underripe pineapple mixed with… I don’t know, diesel fumes and a hint of armpit? Sounds gross, but it works. It lingers on your tongue in a way that makes you keep smacking your lips like an idiot.
And the seeds themselves? Hardy little bastards. Dark, tiger-striped, sometimes with that faint dusty sheen that tells you they mean business. You plant them, you better be ready to commit. They don’t like being moved around. Start them where you want them to finish, or they’ll sulk. Or worse—herm out on you.
I’ve had batches that went full-on forest—dense, sticky, loud-smelling. Neighbors started asking questions. One guy thought I was running a Christmas tree farm in July. I didn’t correct him.
Look, Pineberry’s not for everyone. If you want something predictable, go buy Blue Dream or whatever the hell they’re pushing at dispensaries these days. But if you want character—if you want to grow something with a little soul, a little bite—these seeds might be your jam.
Or not. Who knows. Maybe you’ll hate it. Maybe it’ll change your life. That’s the gamble, right?