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
Peanut Butter Breath seeds. Just saying the name makes your mouth do a little somersault. It’s weird, right? Like—who the hell thought, “Let’s cross Do-Si-Dos with Mendo Breath and name it after a sticky sandwich situation”? But it works. It works like a charm. This isn’t your average backyard bud. This is the kind of strain that creeps in sideways, slow and syrupy, and then—bam—you’re on the couch, staring at your cat like it just told you a secret.
The seeds themselves? Chunky little bastards. Dense, dark, with those tiger-stripe patterns that make growers grin like they’ve just found gold in a riverbed. They’re not always easy to find, either. Sometimes you gotta dig. Or know a guy who knows a guy. But when you get your hands on them—oh man. You’re in for a ride.
I grew a few last summer. Backyard grow, nothing fancy. Just dirt, sun, and a lot of talking to plants like they were old friends. They got tall. Not skyscraper tall, but enough to make the neighbors squint over the fence. The smell hit around week five—nutty, earthy, with this weird sweet funk that made me think of roasted peanuts and wet forest floor. Not for everyone. But for me? Heaven.
And the high? Jesus. It’s like your brain puts on fuzzy slippers and slides into a hot tub. Body melt. Face melt. Time gets weird. You start thinking about things you haven’t thought about in years—like that one time in middle school you accidentally called your teacher “mom.” It’s introspective, but not in a scary way. More like… gentle existential dread wrapped in a warm blanket.
Medicinal folks love it too. Chronic pain, anxiety, sleepless nights—it’s like a lullaby in plant form. But don’t expect to get anything done. This isn’t a “clean the garage” strain. This is a “stare at the ceiling fan and wonder if it’s judging you” strain.
Some people say it’s hard to grow. I don’t know. Maybe they’re just impatient. Or maybe they overwater. Or maybe they just suck at growing. I think if you treat it right—give it space, don’t smother it—it’ll reward you. Like any good relationship.
Oh, and the buds? Sticky. Like, ruin-your-scissors sticky. Trichomes for days. You’ll open a jar and the smell will punch you in the nose, then kiss it better. It’s weirdly comforting. Like childhood, but with more THC.
I don’t know. There’s something about Peanut Butter Breath that just hits different. It’s not flashy. It’s not trendy. But it’s real. Honest. A little funky. A little sleepy. Just like me, I guess.
If you find the seeds—grab them. Don’t overthink it. Just grow. See what happens.