Buy Cherry Pie Seeds — 2025 Harvest 🌱
Cherry Pie seeds. God, where do you even start with these little bastards? They look innocent enough—tiny, brown, speckled—but plant one and wait. What comes up is something else entirely. Not just a plant. A mood. A vibe. A whole damn experience wrapped in sugar and diesel and something you can’t quite name but you know it when it hits you behind the eyes.
I’ve grown them. Smoked them. Smelled them from across a room and followed the scent like a cartoon character floating on a cloud. The genetics? Granddaddy Purple and Durban Poison—so yeah, it’s got that sweet-berry thing going on, but with this weird earthy funk underneath. Like someone dropped a cherry pie in a forest and left it there for a day. It’s not clean. It’s not polite. It’s sticky and loud and makes your brain feel like it’s been dipped in warm syrup.
Growing them’s a trip. Indoors, outdoors—doesn’t matter. They’re not the pickiest plants, but they’ve got attitude. Short and bushy, like they’re trying to stay under the radar, but then they throw out these thick, trichome-drenched buds that reek of fruit and skunk. You’ll open your tent and think, “Did someone bake something in here?” Nope. Just weed. Really, really good weed.
And the high? Oh man. It sneaks up. You’ll be halfway through a joint thinking, “Huh, this is kinda mellow,” and then—bam—your face melts into a grin and your thoughts start doing somersaults. It’s not couch-lock, not exactly. More like couch-hug. You don’t have to sit down, but if you do, you’re not getting up for a while. Music sounds better. Food tastes insane. Time slows down and speeds up at the same time. It’s confusing and perfect.
People say it’s good for anxiety, for stress, for pain. Sure. Maybe. I don’t know. I just know it makes me feel like I’m wrapped in a warm blanket made of laughter and pie crust. That’s enough for me.
One weird thing—sometimes the phenos lean more Durban, and you get this jittery, almost paranoid edge. Not always bad, just... unexpected. Like biting into what you think is a chocolate chip cookie and realizing it’s oatmeal raisin. Still good, just not what you were ready for.
If you’re thinking about growing it—do it. Just don’t expect it to behave. It’ll stretch when it shouldn’t, bulk up when you’re not looking, and finish flowering a week later than you planned. But when you trim that last sticky nug and take your first hit? All the bullshit fades. You’ll forget the spider mites, the pH swings, the late nights with a jeweler’s loupe pressed to your eye. You’ll just sit there, grinning like an idiot, thinking, “Damn. That’s some good pie.”
Cherry Pie seeds. Not for control freaks. But if you like a little chaos with your comfort—yeah, this one’s for you.