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Space Queen seeds. Man, where do I even start?
This strain’s a trip—like, a real cosmic punch to the frontal lobe. You crack open the jar and boom—pineapple funk, sweet diesel, something sour and sticky that clings to your nose like sap. It’s not subtle. It’s not trying to be. And honestly, that’s the charm.
These seeds? They’re the lovechild of Romulan and Cinderella 99. Which sounds like a sci-fi romance novel, but nah—it’s just top-tier genetics. Romulan brings the body melt, that heavy, couch-glue kind of buzz. Cinderella 99? She’s all head—fast, euphoric, borderline psychedelic. Together? You get this hybrid that doesn’t know if it wants to make you giggle or glue you to the floor. Sometimes both. Sometimes neither. Depends on the day, the mood, the moon maybe.
I’ve grown them. Twice. First time was a mess—overfed them, got greedy, ended up with crispy tips and sad, stunted nugs. Second time? Magic. They stretched like they were reaching for god, but stayed manageable. Bushy. Responsive. You top them once and they explode sideways. Like fireworks, but green and sticky and full of promise.
Flowering time’s quick—like 7 to 8 weeks if you don’t screw it up. Trichomes come in thick, like frost on a windshield. And the smell during late flower? Jesus. It’s like walking into a candy shop that’s on fire. Sweet, sharp, a little burnt. Makes your mouth water and your brain buzz just from the aroma.
Smoking it’s another story. First hit—light, citrusy, deceptively smooth. Then the exhale kicks in and suddenly your face is melting and you’re laughing at your own socks. It’s not a “get stuff done” strain. Unless that stuff is eating cereal and watching cartoons from the ‘90s. Then yeah, it’s perfect.
Medical users? They swear by it for stress, depression, pain. I don’t know. I just like how it makes me feel like I’m floating inside a lava lamp. Warm, weird, and kind of invincible. For a little while, anyway.
One weird thing—some phenos lean way more Romulan. Heavy, sedating, almost narcotic. Others? Zippy, borderline racy. You never quite know what you’re gonna get unless you clone the one you love. Which you should. Because when you find that perfect Space Queen pheno? Damn. It’s like finding a mixtape from your teenage years. Hits different. Hits deep.
Anyway. If you’re looking for something boring, predictable, easy to explain—skip it. But if you want a strain that’s got personality, quirks, maybe a little attitude? Space Queen’s your girl. Just don’t underestimate her. She’ll knock you on your ass with a smile and a pineapple-scented slap to the ego.
Grow it. Smoke it. Or don’t. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.