ILGM – Editor’s Choice (2026)
ILGM is the US‑focused seed bank with a germination guarantee and fast shipping. Trusted by thousands of growers nationwide.
- ✅ Auto-flowering & feminized seeds
- ✅ High germination rate
- ✅ Fast US shipping
- ✅ Excellent customer support
Herbies Seeds
Herbies Seeds offers a huge selection with worldwide shipping. A solid choice for international growers.
- ✅ Wide variety of strains
- ✅ Reliable shipping
- ✅ Good customer service
- ✅ Payment options available
Crop King Seeds
Crop King Seeds offers a variety of Canadian strains. Slightly lower ratings but still a good option for many growers.
- ✅ Canadian strains
- ✅ Reliable shipping
- ✅ Decent customer support
- ✅ Payment options
Abusive OG seeds. Yeah, those. The name alone has a kind of swagger to it—like a punch in the face followed by a hug. You hear “Abusive” and think, what the hell kind of strain is this? But it’s not what it sounds like. Or maybe it is. Depends who’s growing it, smoking it, or just staring at the jar in a dim room, wondering if they should.
First off, it’s indica-heavy. Real couch-locker. The kind of strain that doesn’t ask if you have plans—it tells you you don’t. You smoke it, and suddenly the day’s over. Or maybe it never started. Time gets weird. Food tastes like it matters again. Music feels like it’s crawling under your skin. Some people love that. Others freak the hell out. That’s the thing with Abusive OG—it doesn’t care who you are. It just is.
Genetically, it’s tied to OG Kush. That classic West Coast lineage, earthy and piney and a little lemony if your nose is sharp. But Abusive’s got this extra layer—like wet soil after a thunderstorm. Heavy. Almost too much. Some growers say it’s temperamental in the tent. Needs attention. Not a set-it-and-forget-it kind of plant. But if you treat it right? Damn. Dense buds, sticky like honey left out in the sun. THC levels that’ll make your grandma see colors she didn’t know existed.
People argue about the name. Some say it’s from a grower who went by “Abusive.” Others think it’s about the high—how it hits hard, fast, no warning. I don’t know. Feels like both. There’s something brutal about it, but also weirdly comforting. Like a weighted blanket made of smoke.
Medical users swear by it. Chronic pain, insomnia, anxiety—Abusive OG doesn’t ask questions. It just shuts the door. But recreationally? It’s not for lightweights. You take a big rip and suddenly you’re horizontal, staring at the ceiling, wondering if you left the stove on. You didn’t. But you’ll check anyway. Twice.
It’s not trendy anymore. Not like Gelato or Runtz or whatever the hell kids are naming strains these days. But it’s still around. Still lurking in jars at old-school dispensaries. Still getting passed around in backyards and basements. Still doing what it does—quietly wrecking people in the best way possible.
I’ve had it a few times. Once after a breakup. Once before a funeral. Once just because it was Tuesday and I was tired of being awake. Each time, it felt like the world got quieter. Slower. Like I could breathe again. Or maybe just forget to.
Is it for everyone? Hell no. But if you’re looking for something raw, something that doesn’t pretend to be nice—Abusive OG might be your thing. Or it might eat you alive. Either way, you’ll remember it.