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LSD seeds. Man, where do you even start with these little devils?
They’ve got a name that punches you in the face—LSD. Not subtle. Not trying to be. And honestly, the high? It’s not subtle either. It’s like your brain gets yanked out of its socket and spun around a few times before being gently—almost lovingly—shoved back in. You’re not the same after. Not worse. Just... different.
These are cannabis seeds, obviously. Not acid. But the name’s not a joke. The strain’s a trip—psychedelic, cerebral, sometimes too much if you’re not ready. I’ve seen people go from giggling at a leaf to staring at a wall like it’s whispering secrets. And maybe it is. Who knows.
Genetics? Barney’s Farm cooked this one up—Mazar crossed with Skunk #1. That combo’s like throwing a Molotov into your frontal lobe. It’s indica-dominant, but don’t let that fool you. The body chill is there, sure, but your mind’s doing backflips in a lava lamp.
Growing them? Not rocket science, but not idiot-proof either. They’re tough—resistant to mold, pests, the usual crap. Good for beginners who think they’re ready for something a little wild. Indoors, outdoors, hydro, soil—doesn’t matter much. They’ll grow. Short and bushy, like a gremlin with attitude. Flowering time’s around 8-9 weeks, and the yield? Decent. Not massive, not sad. Just... satisfying.
Smell hits you before the high does. Earthy, sweet, a little citrusy, but there’s this weird musky funk underneath. Like wet leather in a greenhouse. Some people love it. Some gag. I’m in the middle—depends on the day.
Smoke it and you’ll know. It doesn’t sneak up. It kicks the door in. First ten minutes, you’re floating. Then the colors shift. Sounds stretch. Time? Forget it. You’re not on a clock anymore. You’re on vibes. And then, just when you think you’re gonna blast off into the cosmos—bam—your body melts into the couch like it’s made of warm butter. It’s weirdly comforting.
Medical users say it helps with stress, depression, pain. I believe them. But I also think it’s not for the faint of heart. This isn’t your grandma’s sleepy-time weed. This is the kind of strain that makes you question your furniture’s intentions.
Would I recommend it? Yeah. To the right person. Someone who wants to feel something. Someone who’s not afraid of a little mental chaos. Not for control freaks. Not for people who need to “stay productive.” This isn’t productivity. This is art. Or madness. Or both.
Anyway. LSD seeds. Grow them if you dare. Smoke them if you’re ready. Just don’t say I didn’t warn you.