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Blackberry seeds—yeah, cannabis seeds, not the fruit. Don’t get it twisted. These little things are like the misfit cousins of the cannabis family. Small, dark, sometimes with a faint tiger-stripe pattern if you squint right. They don’t look like much. But damn, they pack a future inside them. A whole plant. A vibe. A smell that clings to your hoodie for days.
I’ve cracked open a few of these over the years—some duds, some legends. Blackberry strains tend to lean indica, but not always. Depends who bred them, where they came from, how the genetics were twisted and folded over time. Some phenos hit you like a velvet hammer. Others just make you giggle and eat cereal at 2am. It’s a dice roll. A beautiful one.
Growing from seed is a whole different beast than clones. Seeds have attitude. They don’t always do what you want. Some stretch like they’re reaching for God. Others stay squat and stubborn. But that’s part of the magic. You’re not just growing weed—you’re discovering it. Each seed’s a mystery. Blackberry seeds? Even more so. They’ve got this earthy, berry-funk smell when they flower. Like a forest after rain. With a hint of something sweet and rotten. In a good way.
People talk about THC percentages like it’s a damn competition. 28%, 30%, blah blah. But Blackberry strains? They’re more about the experience. The body melt. The slow, creeping calm that starts behind your eyes and drips down your spine. You don’t measure that in numbers. You feel it. Or you don’t. Depends on your brain chemistry, your mood, the moon maybe. Who knows.
Some growers swear by feminized seeds—less hassle, no males to cull. But regular Blackberry seeds? They’ve got soul. You get males, sure, but you also get the raw, unfiltered genetics. The real deal. Breed your own if you’re feeling brave. Or just grow a few and see what happens. Worst case, you get a plant that smells like a tire fire. Best case? You find a keeper. A plant you name. A plant you clone for years.
I remember this one Blackberry pheno I had back in 2016. Grew it in a closet with a janky LED and way too much love. The buds were dark—almost black in the right light. Smelled like overripe fruit and diesel. Smoked like a lullaby. I lost the cut. Still think about it sometimes. Like an ex you never really got over.
Anyway. Blackberry seeds. They’re not for everyone. But if you’re into the hunt—the weird, unpredictable, sometimes frustrating journey of growing from seed—give them a shot. You might get lucky. Or not. That’s the game.