Buy Tangie Seeds — 2025 Harvest 🌱
Ever cracked open a jar of Tangie and just—bam—got smacked in the face with that citrus punch? Like peeling an orange in a hotboxed car. That’s the vibe. Tangie seeds carry that same wild energy in their DNA. Born from a cross between California Orange and Skunk #1, this sativa-dominant strain doesn’t mess around. It’s loud. It’s bright. It’s got that “wake up and do something reckless” kind of high. Not reckless like rob-a-bank reckless. More like rearrange-your-entire-living-room-at-2am reckless.
Growing Tangie from seed? Not for the lazy. These plants stretch—like, yoga instructor stretch. Tall, lanky, reaching for the sun like they’ve got something to prove. You’ll need space. And patience. But damn, when those buds start stacking and the smell kicks in? Worth it. Sticky, resin-soaked colas that reek of tangerine peel and something funkier underneath—like someone spilled orange soda on a gym sock. Weirdly appealing.
Some folks say it’s a throwback to the 90s. I say it’s timeless. That citrus terp profile? Never goes out of style. It’s like the Chuck Taylors of weed. Always cool, always fresh. And the high—man, it’s like a sunrise in your skull. Euphoric, buzzy, borderline psychedelic if you overdo it. Which you will. Because it tastes like candy and hits like a freight train made of sunshine.
Indoor growers—watch your ceiling height. Tangie’s got legs. She’ll stretch during flower like she’s trying to escape the tent. SCROG helps. Topping helps. But honestly? Let her run a little wild. She’s got that rebel spirit. Outdoor? Even better. Give her sun, give her love, and she’ll give you sticky orange dreams by mid-October.
Yields? Decent. Not massive. But the quality? Chef’s kiss. Bag appeal through the roof. Trichomes like sugar frost. And the smell—did I mention the smell? You’ll need a carbon filter. Or three. This ain’t stealth weed. This is “your neighbor just texted you asking if you’re baking citrus muffins” weed.
Medical folks dig it too. Mood boost, energy, appetite—check, check, check. Anxiety? Maybe tread lightly. It’s a bit racy. Like drinking espresso on a rollercoaster. Fun, but not for the faint of heart.
I’ve grown it. Smoked it. Gifted it. Tangie’s a keeper. A classic. A citrus-soaked slap to the senses. If you’re into flavor, into sativas, into strains that make you wanna clean your house while dancing in your socks—this one’s for you.
Just don’t expect her to behave. She’s got attitude. And honestly? That’s the whole damn point.