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
Shortbread seeds. Just saying the name makes me think of crumbling cookies and sticky fingers—except, nah, this isn’t about dessert. This is cannabis. And not just any strain. This is the kind of seed you stash in a drawer like a secret, waiting for the right moment, the right soil, the right mood. Some folks chase THC like a dog after a squirrel. Others? They want flavor, aroma, the full sensory slap. Shortbread’s got both. It’s like someone baked a lemony sugar cookie and then lit it on fire—in the best way.
Genetically? It’s a hybrid, sure, but not one of those bland, middle-of-the-road types. It leans into its lineage with a swagger. You can smell the Girl Scout Cookies heritage, feel the Sunset Sherbet in the way it hits your lungs. It’s sweet, buttery, with this weird undercurrent of funk—like someone dropped a fruit tart in a forest. Makes no sense. Makes perfect sense.
Growing it? Not for the lazy. Or maybe it is. Depends on your setup. Indoors, it behaves—compact, bushy, polite. Outdoors, it stretches a bit, shows off. But it’s not a diva. Doesn’t throw tantrums if you miss a feeding or forget to talk to it. Yields? Decent. Not massive. But the quality? Damn. Frosty nugs that look like they’ve been rolled in powdered sugar. Sticky as hell. You’ll need scissors just to break it up.
And the high? Oh man. It creeps. Starts in the temples, like a warm whisper. Then it drops—bam—right into your chest. Euphoric, but not floaty. Grounded. You’ll laugh at dumb stuff, then forget why you were laughing, then remember and laugh harder. But it’s not just giggles. There’s a clarity to it. Like someone wiped your brain’s windshield. You can still function. Sort of. If functioning means staring at a plant for 45 minutes because it’s “vibing.”
I’ve seen people underestimate it. “Oh, it’s called Shortbread, how strong can it be?” Famous last words. This isn’t a beginner’s strain, even if it tastes like candy. It’s got teeth. And claws. And a weirdly comforting hug at the end. Like a stoned grandma who bakes cookies and tells you the secrets of the universe, but only if you’re high enough to understand them.
Would I grow it again? Hell yes. Would I smoke it before a job interview? Absolutely not. This is a Friday night, lights low, music weird, snacks within reach kind of strain. It’s indulgent. It’s weird. It’s beautiful. And it doesn’t care if you’re ready for it or not.
Shortbread seeds. Get ‘em if you can. Hide ‘em if you must. Just don’t sleep on them. They’ll wake you up in ways you didn’t expect.