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Cherry Pie seeds. Man, where do I even start? These little bastards are sneaky. You pop one in the dirt, forget about it for a week, and then boom—there’s this thick, bushy plant staring back at you like it owns the place. It’s not the flashiest strain, not the loudest in the room, but damn if it doesn’t hit just right when it matters. Sweet, earthy, with that weird tart twist that makes your tongue do a double take. Like biting into a slice of pie your grandma made while she was pissed off at your grandpa. Complex. Emotional. Sticky as hell.
Genetically, it’s a mash-up—Granddaddy Purple and Durban Poison. Which sounds like a bad idea on paper. But it works. Somehow. You get that indica body melt, but the sativa edge keeps your brain from turning into mashed potatoes. I’ve smoked it and had deep thoughts about cereal. I’ve smoked it and forgotten how to use a microwave. It’s a gamble. But a good one.
Growing it? Not for the lazy. She’s picky. Doesn’t like too much humidity, throws a tantrum if the pH swings, and if you overfeed her? Forget it. Leaves curl up like she’s giving you the finger. But if you treat her right—if you really dial it in—she’ll reward you with dense, frosty nugs that smell like fruit punch and gasoline. Which, yeah, sounds gross. But it’s not. It’s weirdly comforting. Like childhood and rebellion smashed into one.
People talk about yield and THC percentages like they’re buying stocks. Screw that. Cherry Pie isn’t about numbers. It’s about vibe. It’s about rolling a joint that tastes like memories. It’s about sitting on your porch at 2 a.m., listening to the wind, and realizing you don’t hate yourself as much as you thought you did. That kind of high. Subtle. Sneaky. Real.
And the seeds? Good luck finding legit ones. There’s a lot of bunk out there—people slapping the Cherry Pie name on whatever purple trash they’ve got lying around. You gotta know your source. Or grow from clone, if you’re lucky enough to score one. But if you do get your hands on the real deal? Guard it. Like it’s sacred. Because it kind of is.
I’ve grown it twice. First time was a disaster—spider mites, nute burn, the whole circus. Second time, though . . . magic. I didn’t even cure it right, but it still smoked like velvet. Made me cry a little, not gonna lie. Maybe it was the weed. Maybe it was the week I’d had. Doesn’t matter. Cherry Pie doesn’t judge. It just wraps you up and lets you be weird for a while.
So yeah. Cherry Pie seeds. They’re not for everyone. But if you’re into plants with personality, with attitude, with flavor that punches you in the mouth and then kisses your forehead—this might be your girl. Just don’t expect her to make it easy. She’s got standards.