Buy Berry White Seeds — 2025 Harvest 🌱
Berry White seeds. Yeah, like the singer—but not. These little green grenades are a cross between Blueberry and White Widow, which, if you know your strains, should already have you raising your eyebrows. Or licking your lips. Or both. Depends what kind of day you’re having.
First time I grew them? Total chaos. Plants shot up like they had somewhere to be. I didn’t even top the first batch—just let them go wild. Mistake? Maybe. But the smell. My god. Like someone smashed a blueberry pie into a pine tree and lit it on fire. Sweet, sharp, earthy. Made my whole apartment smell like a forest bakery. Landlord hated it. I didn’t care.
They’re feminized, by the way. So you’re not playing Russian roulette with your grow space. No surprise males sneaking in to ruin the party. Just big, sticky, trichome-coated ladies doing their thing. And they do it well. Medium height, bushy if you train them right. Not too needy. Like a cat that occasionally wants to cuddle but mostly just wants sun and silence.
Smoke? Smooth. Hits like a velvet hammer. First it’s all giggles and “man, this couch is comfy,” then—bam—your thoughts start melting into each other like crayons on a radiator. Not a daytime strain unless your job is staring at clouds. But for late nights, music, weird conversations about the moon? Perfect. I once spent an hour trying to explain to my friend why spaghetti is the saddest pasta. Berry White was the culprit. No regrets.
Yields? Decent. Not massive, but respectable. You’re not gonna feed a village, but you’ll have enough to forget what day it is for a while. Indoor or outdoor, doesn’t really care. Just give it light, love, and maybe talk to it when no one’s around. Plants like that. Or maybe I’m just nuts. Hard to tell anymore.
Anyway. If you’re looking for something fruity but not fake, chill but not comatose, Berry White’s worth a shot. Just don’t blame me if you end up writing poetry to your houseplants. It happens.