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 Purple Widow seeds? No? Then you’ve never seen what real potential looks like in a tiny, unassuming shell. These things—damn. They’re like little grenades of possibility. You drop one in the dirt, give it some love, and boom: weeks later, you’ve got this wild, violet-tinged beast of a plant stretching toward the sun like it owns the sky.
Let’s get one thing straight—this isn’t your mellow, couch-hugging indica. Purple Widow is a hybrid, yeah, but it leans into its sativa side with a kind of manic glee. It’s like White Widow got drunk and hooked up with a purple dream. The result? Something that hits your brain first, then your body, then your soul. In that order. Or maybe all at once. Depends on the day.
Growing it? Not for the lazy. Or the faint-hearted. She’s temperamental. Gorgeous, but moody. You’ll need to watch her—like, really watch her. She’ll stretch if you let her, get lanky and weird. But if you train her right, keep her fed, give her light and space and a little bit of tough love? She rewards you. Big time. Dense buds, sticky as hell, with this deep purple hue that looks like it was painted by a stoned god with a thing for royalty.
The smell? Sweet and sharp. Like berries soaked in gasoline. Some people love it. Others wrinkle their nose and back away slowly. Me? I’d wear it as cologne if I could. There’s something primal about it. Like it knows it’s not supposed to smell that good, but it does anyway. Defiant. Sexy. Dangerous.
And the high—Jesus. It creeps. You think you’re fine, maybe even disappointed. Then suddenly your thoughts are racing, your heart’s doing somersaults, and you’re giggling at a leaf because it looks like it’s waving at you. It’s not. Probably. But who cares? You’re in it now. And it’s glorious.
I’ve seen people try to tame it. Microdose it. Use it “medically.” Sure, okay. Do your thing. But that’s like sipping tequila with a teaspoon. This strain wasn’t made for restraint. It’s made for nights that turn into mornings and conversations that spiral into philosophy and end in laughter or tears or both.
Some folks say it’s too intense. Too unpredictable. I say they’re boring. Or scared. Or maybe they just haven’t met the right phenotype. Because when you get a good one—when the genetics line up just right—it’s like lightning in a jar. You don’t tame it. You ride it. Or it rides you.
Anyway. Purple Widow. Grow it if you’ve got the guts. Smoke it if you’ve got the time. Respect it either way. It’s not just a plant. It’s a damn experience.