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Amnesia Seeds. Jesus. Where do you even start with those?
They’ve got this reputation—half myth, half hard-earned street cred—as the wild child of the sativa world. You don’t grow Amnesia if you’re looking for a mellow Sunday. You grow it because you want something that kicks the door in, throws your thoughts into a blender, and then laughs while you try to remember what you were saying five minutes ago. It’s not subtle. It’s not polite. It’s loud, citrusy, and borderline psychedelic if you’re not careful.
And the name? Not just clever branding. Smoke enough of this stuff and yeah, you might forget your own birthday. Or what year it is. Or why you walked into the kitchen. It’s that kind of high—sharp, cerebral, sometimes a little too much if you’re not in the right headspace. But damn, when it hits right? It’s like your brain just lit up from the inside. Ideas firing off like fireworks. Music sounds better. Colors feel warmer. Time gets weird.
Growing it’s a different beast. Not for the lazy. These girls stretch—like, stretch. Tall, lanky, stubborn as hell. Indoors, you better have space or a plan. Outdoors? They’ll shoot up like they’re trying to reach the moon. Long flowering time too, which drives some folks nuts. But the yield? Worth it. Sticky, resin-drenched buds that smell like lemon zest and something else—something spicy, almost metallic. Hard to pin down.
People either love Amnesia or they swear it’s too much. No middle ground. I’ve seen seasoned smokers get wrecked off one joint. Just gone. Staring at the wall like it’s whispering secrets. And then there’s the folks who chase that exact feeling—who want their weed to challenge them, shake them up a bit. If you’re one of those, Amnesia’s your girl.
There’s a bunch of versions floating around—Amnesia Haze, Original Amnesia, even some weird hybrids that barely resemble the real thing. Stick with the classics if you can. The Dutch nailed it early on, and most of the knockoffs just don’t hit the same. Too tame. Too clean. Amnesia’s supposed to be messy. It’s supposed to rattle you.
Honestly, I think the best part about growing Amnesia is watching it mess with people. You hand someone a nug, they sniff it, smile like they know what’s coming. Then twenty minutes later they’re pacing the living room, talking about quantum physics or crying over a dog they had in third grade. It’s chaos in a jar. Beautiful, citrus-scented chaos.
Anyway. If you’re thinking about growing it—do it. Just don’t expect it to behave. And maybe write down your to-do list before you smoke it. Trust me on that one.