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Sour Amnesia seeds. Damn. Where do I even start?
These little bastards are like lightning in a bottle—if the bottle was your brain and the lightning was a euphoric, citrusy slap across the face. You crack one open, grow it right, and boom: tall, lanky plants with that unmistakable diesel funk, sharp lemon zest, and something else… like biting into a grapefruit while standing next to a gas pump. It’s weirdly addictive.
Genetics? A chaotic lovechild of Sour Diesel and Amnesia Haze. Sativa-dominant, obviously. You feel it in your spine before it hits your head. Then your thoughts start racing—like, full-on NASCAR. Not always in a bad way. Sometimes it’s creative. Sometimes it’s just… a lot. Don’t smoke this if you’re trying to chill. Seriously. This is not your couch-lock buddy. This is your “let’s reorganize the garage at 2am” weed.
Growing it? Not for the lazy. She stretches like she’s reaching for God. Indoors, you’ll need to train her—LST, topping, whatever you’ve got. Outdoors? She’ll go wild if you let her. Long flowering time too, 10-11 weeks. But the yield? Worth it. Dense, frosty buds that reek of citrus and fuel. You’ll open a jar and people across the room will turn their heads like, “Yo, what the hell is that?”
And the high—man, the high. It doesn’t creep. It slams. You’re halfway through a joint and suddenly you’re talking too fast, pacing, laughing at stuff that isn’t funny. Then comes the introspection. Or paranoia. Depends on the day. It’s not gentle, let’s put it that way. But if you’re into that electric, cerebral buzz—this is your jam.
I’ve had friends say it’s too much. “Too racy,” they complain. Fine. More for me. I like my weed with teeth. I want to feel like I’ve been launched into orbit, not tucked into bed. Sour Amnesia does that. It’s not polite. It’s not subtle. It’s a goddamn fire alarm in your frontal lobe.
One time I smoked it before a grocery run—huge mistake. I spent 45 minutes in the cereal aisle trying to remember what I came for. Bought five boxes of Cap’n Crunch and forgot the milk. Classic. But I was smiling the whole time, so who cares?
Anyway. If you’re looking for something mellow, keep walking. But if you want a strain that grabs you by the collar and yells “WAKE UP” in your face—Sour Amnesia’s got you. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.