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 jar of Moby Dick and just—bam—got hit with that wild, citrusy, pine-slap to the face? No? Then you haven’t lived. Or at least, you haven’t grown it. These seeds don’t mess around. They’re like the big white whale itself—massive, elusive, and a little bit mythical. Except this time, you’re not chasing it. You’re growing it. And it grows fast. Like, “did I water this yesterday or did it just double in size overnight?” fast.
Moby Dick is a sativa-dominant hybrid, but don’t let that label box it in. It’s got some indica backbone from White Widow, so it doesn’t just launch you into space and leave you there. It’s more like—strap in, we’re going for a ride, but you’ll still remember your name when we land. Maybe. THC levels? High. Like, dangerously high if you’re not paying attention. I’ve seen seasoned smokers get humbled. One guy forgot his own birthday. It was his birthday.
Growing it? Not for the lazy. This plant wants light. No—demands it. Sunlight, LEDs, HPS, whatever you’ve got, crank it. Feed it too. It’s a hungry beast. But treat her right and she’ll reward you with monster yields. I’m talking tree-sized colas that look like they belong in a sci-fi movie. Sticky, resin-dripping, lemon-fogged madness. Indoors or out, she performs—though outdoors, she stretches like she’s trying to touch God.
Smell-wise, it’s sharp. Sweet lemon, pine, maybe a little eucalyptus if your nose is tuned. Not subtle. If you’re trying to be discreet, this ain’t it. Your neighbors will know. Hell, their neighbors might know. But who cares? Let them smell greatness.
Now, the high. It’s not gentle. It doesn’t knock—it kicks the door in and starts rearranging your thoughts. Creative types love it. Writers, musicians, overthinkers. It’s cerebral, electric, a little chaotic. You might start a painting and end up writing a manifesto. Or vice versa. But it’s not all head—there’s a body buzz that sneaks in later, like a warm blanket after a lightning storm.
Some folks say it’s too much. Too strong. Too intense. I say—good. We’ve had enough mild-mannered strains whispering sweet nothings. Moby Dick shouts. It dares you to keep up. And if you can’t? Well. Maybe grow something else. Something gentler. But if you’re into the wild stuff—the big yields, the big highs, the big smells—then yeah. This is the one.
Just don’t name your plant Ahab. Bad luck.