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
Ever cracked open a pack of Ace of Spades seeds? No? Then you’ve missed something weirdly beautiful. These little bastards don’t mess around. They’re not just seeds—they’re potential. Sticky, loud, purple-drenched potential. You pop one in the soil, and weeks later, boom—this wild, fruity funk starts creeping through your grow space like it owns the damn place. And honestly? It kinda does.
So here’s the deal. Ace of Spades is a hybrid, but not one of those boring, balanced, everybody’s-happy hybrids. Nah. This one leans heavy on the indica side—like, couch-melting, time-warping heavy. But it’s got just enough sativa sparkle to keep your brain from turning to oatmeal. TGA Subcool Genetics cooked it up by crossing Black Cherry Soda with Jack the Ripper (yeah, that’s a real strain name—don’t ask). The result? A plant that smells like a fruit stand exploded inside a punk rock club. Sweet, sour, dank, and just a little bit angry.
Growing it? Not for the lazy. Or the impatient. These girls can stretch, and they’re moody if you don’t give them what they want. But damn, when they flower—deep purples, almost black in some phenos, with trichomes like frostbite. You’ll stare at them too long. Forget what you were doing. Maybe burn dinner. Worth it.
Smoke-wise? It hits like a velvet hammer. First you’re giggling at nothing, then you’re staring at the ceiling wondering if time is real. Good for pain, stress, insomnia—all that—but also just good for zoning out and listening to records you forgot you loved. I had a joint of this and ended up crying to a Fleetwood Mac song. No regrets.
And the taste—Jesus. Like cherry cola and diesel had a baby and raised it in a basement full of incense. It lingers. You’ll be burping terps for hours. People will ask what perfume you’re wearing. You’ll say, “Regret and victory.”
Look, Ace of Spades isn’t for everyone. Some folks want clean, clinical, predictable highs. This ain’t that. This is messy, emotional, sometimes overwhelming. But if you’re into that kind of thing—if you like your weed with a little drama—then yeah. Plant the damn seeds. See what happens.
Or don’t. More for the rest of us.