Buy Sherbert Seeds — 2025 Harvest 🌱
Sherbert Seeds. Man, where do I even start with these little devils?
They’re sticky. Not literally—well, not yet—but metaphorically sticky. Once you grow 'em, smoke 'em, smell 'em... they don’t leave your brain. Or your lungs. Or your couch, depending on how deep you go. This isn’t your average backyard bud. Sherbert’s got lineage. Real-deal genetics. Girl Scout Cookies crossed with Pink Panties (yeah, that’s a name, don’t ask me). It’s like dessert for your soul—if your soul likes to get high and stare at the ceiling fan for 45 minutes wondering if raccoons have best friends.
Growing these seeds? Not for the lazy. But also not rocket science. They’re forgiving—like that one friend who lets you crash on their couch even after you spilled bong water on their rug. Indoors, outdoors, hydro, soil, whatever. They’ll do their thing. Just don’t drown 'em or forget they exist. They like attention. Not diva-level, but close. You’ll get dense, frosty nugs that smell like a candy shop got hotboxed. Sweet, creamy, a little earthy—like someone rolled a J in a bakery.
And the high? Oh boy. It creeps. First you’re chillin’. Then you’re melting. Then you’re texting your ex about that one time you saw a double rainbow and cried. It’s euphoric but grounded. Like, you’re floating, but you still remember your Netflix password. Creative types love it. So do people who just want to stop thinking about bills for a damn minute.
But don’t get cocky. Smoke too much and you’ll be horizontal, contemplating the meaning of socks. It’s a hybrid, sure, but that indica side? She bites. Hard. Especially if you’re already tired or emotionally fragile or just ate three burritos and thought, “Yeah, I could smoke a bowl now.”
Honestly, I think Sherbert’s one of those strains that sneaks up on you. You grow it once, and suddenly you’re that person who won’t shut up about terpenes at parties. You start using words like “mouthfeel” when describing smoke. You become... that guy. Or girl. Or stoned cryptid.
Anyway. Sherbert Seeds. Get 'em if you want flavor, frost, and a high that feels like a warm blanket and a slap to the face at the same time. Just don’t blame me when you start naming your plants and talking to them like they’re your kids. That’s on you.