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Bubble Gum seeds. Man, where do I even start?
They’ve got this weird, nostalgic vibe—like opening a pack of Bazooka Joe in the back of a 7-Eleven parking lot when you were twelve, except now you’re thirty-five and the gum gets you high. Sweet, sticky-sweet, almost too much, but not quite. The kind of strain that makes you grin for no reason and forget what you were saying mid-sentence. Which, honestly, is half the fun.
The genetics? Originally Indiana, then Amsterdam got its hands on it and dialed it in. Classic hybrid—leaning indica, but not couch-locky. More like... floaty. Like your brain’s on a trampoline, bouncing gently while your body just chills. I’ve had phenos that smelled like strawberry syrup and others that were more like pink erasers soaked in sugar water. Weird, but good weird.
Growing it? Eh. Not the easiest. She’s moody. Likes a stable environment, doesn’t love being poked and prodded too much. But when she’s happy? Damn. Dense nugs, frosty like a powdered donut, and that smell—like someone spilled a Slurpee in your grow tent. Yields aren’t massive, but they’re respectable. Quality over quantity, right?
And the high... it’s not rocket fuel. It’s not gonna launch you into orbit or make you see God. But it’s smooth. Euphoric. Like a warm bath for your brain. Good for social stuff, or just zoning out with music. I once listened to the same Tame Impala song on loop for an hour and didn’t even notice. That kind of high.
Some folks say it’s outdated. That there are flashier strains now—Zkittlez, Runtz, whatever. But Bubble Gum’s got soul. It’s got history. It’s not trying to impress you with 30% THC or neon purple buds. It just is what it is. Sweet, mellow, a little goofy. Like your stoner cousin who still wears tie-dye and listens to Sublime unironically.
If you’re into growing, and you’ve got a bit of patience, it’s worth a run. Just don’t expect her to hold your hand. She’s old school. She’ll test you. But when you crack that first jar and the smell hits you? You’ll get it. You’ll remember. That first time. That first hit. That stupid grin.
Bubble Gum. It’s not hype. It’s a vibe.