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
Jet Fuel seeds. Just saying the name, you can almost smell it—sharp, gassy, that nose-stinging diesel funk that hits like a slap. It’s not subtle. Not polite. This strain doesn’t whisper, it shouts. And people love it for that. Or hate it. Depends on the lungs, the mood, the baggage you bring to the bowl.
These seeds? They’re not for the faint-hearted. Or the lazy grower. Jet Fuel (sometimes called G6, if you’re into aliases) is a hybrid—Sour Diesel x SFV OG Kush, mostly. That lineage alone should tell you everything. High-octane. Fast finish. Loud as hell. It grows like it’s got somewhere to be, stretching tall, lanky, a bit wild. Needs training. Needs space. But damn, when it flowers—those buds are frosty, dense, and smell like a mechanic’s garage soaked in citrus cleaner.
People chase Jet Fuel for the high, sure. But also that flavor. That punch-in-the-face terp profile. It’s jet fuel and pine needles and burnt rubber and something sweet underneath, like a candy wrapper left on a hot dashboard. It’s weird. It’s addictive. You either get it or you don’t.
Smoking it? Buckle up. The name isn’t a joke. First hit lifts you—fast. Like, “did I just teleport?” fast. Brain gets buzzy, eyes wide, heart maybe a little too excited. It’s not a couch-lock strain, not at first. More like, “I need to clean the whole house and call my ex and write a screenplay” kind of energy. But then—if you overdo it—it turns. Heavy. Like the jet ran out of fuel mid-air and now you’re floating in slow motion, wondering where your pants went.
I’ve grown it twice. First time was a disaster—too much heat, not enough airflow, and I didn’t top it early enough. It stretched like a giraffe on stilts. Second time? Nailed it. Topped, trained, fed it right. The yield wasn’t massive, but the quality? Chef’s kiss. Sticky, stinky, potent. Friends still ask if I’ve got any left. I don’t. I smoked it all. No regrets.
Jet Fuel isn’t for everyone. Some folks want mellow. Earthy. Predictable. This isn’t that. This is chaos in a nug. A strain with attitude. It’s the kind of weed that makes you text someone you shouldn’t. Or start a business. Or both.
If you’re thinking of growing it—do it. But don’t half-ass it. Give it light, give it love, and for god’s sake, give it room. It’ll reward you with buds that reek like a tire fire in the best possible way. And the high? It’ll remind you why you started smoking in the first place.
Jet Fuel seeds. They don’t mess around. Neither should you.