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 Purple Raine and just… paused? Like, damn. That smell—grape candy smashed into diesel fumes, with this weird floral thing floating around the edges. It’s loud. Not “oh, that’s nice” loud. More like “what the hell is that and why do I want to crawl inside it” loud. That’s the kind of noise this strain makes.
Grown from seeds that look like they’ve seen some things—dark, speckled, a little mean—Purple Raine doesn’t play nice. It’s a hybrid, sure, but not the balanced, polite kind. This one leans. Hard. You’ll feel it in your chest first, like a slow elevator dropping. Then it hits the brain. Not a slap—more like a slow, sticky fog rolling in, curling around your thoughts, making them soft and weird and kind of beautiful.
And growing it? Not for the lazy. These plants stretch. They get lanky, like teenagers who haven’t figured out their limbs yet. You gotta top them early, coax them sideways, keep them in check or they’ll bolt. But if you do it right—if you give them room and light and a little tough love—they’ll throw down buds that look like they were dipped in sugar and bruised by royalty. Deep purples, almost black in places, with these electric orange hairs that look like they’re trying to escape.
Smoke it and you’ll know. It’s not just stoned—it’s stoned. Like, sit-on-the-floor-and-stare-at-your-cat stoned. But not dumb. There’s a weird clarity in the haze. You might write a poem. Or cry. Or both. I don’t know. It’s that kind of high. Emotional, unpredictable, a little dramatic. Like Prince, if he were a plant.
Some folks say it’s too much. Too heady. Too couchy. Too… purple. Maybe. But that’s the point, isn’t it? Purple Raine doesn’t care if you’re ready. It shows up in velvet and eyeliner and sings falsetto until your soul melts. You either vibe with it or you don’t. No middle ground.
Anyway. If you’re looking for something safe, something mellow—skip it. There’s plenty of beige weed out there. But if you want something with teeth, something that might change your night or your mind or your whole damn mood… plant the seed. Wait. Watch. And when it blooms, don’t say I didn’t warn you.