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
Jack Skellington seeds. Yeah, they sound like something out of a Tim Burton fever dream—but no, these aren’t some spooky Halloween novelty. They’re cannabis seeds. Real ones. And they grow into something… well, kind of wild.
First time I heard the name, I laughed. Thought it was a joke strain, like “Purple Monkey Dishwasher” or whatever. But nah—this stuff’s legit. Sativa-dominant, usually. Leans hard into that cerebral, floaty high that makes your brain feel like it’s doing somersaults in slow motion. Not couch-lock weed. This is get-up-and-do-something weed. Or at least get-up-and-think-about-doing-something weed.
Smell? Sharp. Like citrus peel left out in the sun too long, mixed with something piney and a little… burnt? Not in a bad way. Just—charred. Smoky. Like a campfire that’s still whispering secrets at 3 a.m. after everyone’s gone to bed.
Growing it’s not for the faint of heart. She stretches. Tall girl. Lanky limbs, big attitude. You’ll need space—vertical space. And patience. She’s not the fastest bloomer, but when she pops, she pops. Dense buds, sticky as hell, covered in trichomes that glint like frost on a windshield. You’ll want gloves. Trust me.
Some folks say it’s a cross between Killer Queen and Jack the Ripper. Others argue about the lineage like it’s some kind of sacred text. Doesn’t really matter. The high speaks for itself. It’s got that electric edge—like your thoughts are racing, but you’re not panicking. Just… alert. Tuned in. Like your brain suddenly found the right frequency.
I’ve had friends smoke it and start painting. Others write weird poetry or reorganize their entire kitchen. One guy just sat on the porch and stared at the moon for three hours. Said it was “talking to him.” I didn’t ask what it said.
It’s not for everyone. If you’re looking for mellow, sleepy vibes—this ain’t it. Jack Skellington’s more like a haunted carnival ride. Flashing lights, strange music, a little unsettling but kind of beautiful if you let it be. It’s got teeth. But it smiles, too.
And yeah, the name’s goofy. But after a few hits, it starts to make sense. There’s something skeletal about the way it strips you down to your thoughts. No fluff. No bullshit. Just raw, buzzing awareness. Like your mind’s been sandblasted clean.
Grow it if you’ve got the guts. Smoke it if you’ve got the time. But don’t say I didn’t warn you—it’s a trip.