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
Pink Death Star. Just the name hits different. Sounds like something out of a stoner sci-fi comic, right? But nah—this is real-deal cannabis, and the seeds? Little green grenades of potential. You pop one in soil, give it some love (and maybe a grow light if you’re not blessed with sun), and boom—weeks later you’re staring at a plant that smells like sweet rot and peppery earth, like your grandma’s spice rack got into a bar fight with a candy shop.
These seeds aren’t for rookies. I mean, you could try, sure—but Pink Death Star has this reputation. Heavy indica. Like, couch-glue, time-warp, forget-what-you-were-saying mid-sentence kind of heavy. The kind of strain that doesn’t just relax you—it erases your to-do list and replaces it with “stare at the ceiling and ponder the void.”
Genetics? It’s a Frankenstein’s monster of dankness. Pink Kush meets Death Star. That’s like mixing a velvet hammer with a cosmic punch to the third eye. You get dense, frosty buds that look like they’ve been dipped in powdered sugar and rage. Pink hues sometimes, if you treat her right. But she’s moody. Needs attention. Not a diva, but close.
Growing them? Tricky. Not impossible, but don’t expect a walk in the park. She’s short, bushy, stubborn. Likes her space. Gets pissy with too much humidity. But if you dial it in—if you really listen to her—she’ll reward you with yields that smell like a funeral bouquet for your stress. And the high? Oh man. It creeps. Starts behind your eyes, like a whisper. Then your limbs get heavy, your thoughts slow down, and suddenly you’re emotionally invested in a documentary about moss.
Medical folks love it for pain, insomnia, anxiety. But also—let’s be honest—it’s just fun. Like, giggle-at-nothing, eat-a-whole-bag-of-chips fun. Not ideal for daytime unless you’ve got nothing to do but vibe. Or nap. Or both.
And yeah, the seeds aren’t always easy to find. People hoard them. Collectors, growers, weirdos like me who treat their seed stash like a wine cellar. But when you do get your hands on some? Treat them like gold. Or better—treat them like the last cookie in the jar. You know the one.
I’ve grown her twice. First time was a disaster—overwatered, underlit, she sulked the whole time. Second time? Magic. Learned her rhythms. Gave her space. She gave me back buds that smelled like a haunted bakery. I still think about that harvest. Like an ex you shouldn’t text but do anyway.
So yeah. Pink Death Star seeds. They’re not just seeds. They’re a promise. A challenge. A trip. Maybe even a little dangerous, if you’re not ready. But if you are? Buckle up, buttercup. You’re in for a ride.