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
Presidential OG seeds. Man, where do I even start?
This strain doesn’t whisper. It walks in like it owns the damn place. Heavy indica vibes—like, real couch-lock, time-melting, “wait what day is it?” kind of stuff. You don’t smoke this before a meeting. You smoke this when you’re done pretending to care about meetings. It’s got that deep, earthy funk—like pine trees and old leather had a baby and dipped it in diesel. Some people say it’s too much. I say they’re not ready.
Grows short and stocky, like it’s squatting down, ready to pounce. Thick nugs. Sticky as hell. You touch one and your fingers remember it for hours. It’s not the fastest grower, but it’s not lazy either—just… deliberate. Like it knows it’s royalty and doesn’t need to rush. Indoor or out, it holds its own. But give it some love. Don’t just toss it in a pot and hope. This isn’t lettuce. This is Presidential OG.
And the high? Jesus. It hits like a velvet hammer. First it’s in your chest, then your eyes get heavy, then—poof—you’re horizontal. Not sleepy, just… still. Like your body’s a cathedral and someone turned off the lights. Good for pain, anxiety, existential dread. Bad for productivity. Unless your job is staring at the ceiling and contemplating the void. Then it’s perfect.
I’ve had friends say it’s too strong. I’ve had others say it’s the only thing that shuts the noise off. Depends on your brain, I guess. Mine’s loud. This helps. A lot.
Flavor-wise, it’s got that old-school kush backbone—spicy, woody, a little citrus if you catch it right. But there’s also this weird, almost sweet undertone. Like someone dropped a sugar cube in a gas tank. It shouldn’t work. But it does. Somehow.
Honestly, if you’re looking for a daytime, get-shit-done strain—keep walking. This ain’t it. But if you want to melt into your couch and forget capitalism exists for a few hours? Presidential OG’s your guy. Or girl. Or whatever. It doesn’t care about gender. It just wants you horizontal and happy.
Oh—and don’t let the name fool you. There’s nothing diplomatic about this strain. It doesn’t negotiate. It conquers.