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
Star Killer Seeds. Just saying the name feels like a punch in the mouth—sharp, cosmic, a little dangerous. This isn’t your average backyard bud. It’s the kind of strain that creeps into your bones and makes the ceiling look like it’s breathing. I’ve seen people take one hit and forget what year it is. No joke.
Now, the genetics? Wild. It’s a cross between Skywalker OG and Rare Dankness #2, which already tells you it’s not here to play nice. Skywalker’s that heavy indica that’ll glue you to the couch, and Rare Dankness brings this weird, almost medicinal funk to the table. Together? It’s like smoking a velvet hammer. Sweet, earthy, with this lemony, piney bite that lingers in your throat like a secret.
Growing it, though—man, it’s a bit of a diva. Not impossible, but definitely not for the lazy or the clueless. She’s short, bushy, temperamental. Needs attention. Humidity control, airflow, trimming. You can’t just throw her in a closet and hope for the best. But if you treat her right? She’ll reward you with these dense, frosty nuggets that look like they’ve been rolled in powdered sugar and moon dust.
THC levels? Through the damn roof. We’re talking 26%, sometimes more. This isn’t for your grandma’s arthritis. Unless your grandma’s a retired Deadhead with a tolerance like a freight train. It’ll knock you sideways if you’re not careful. First it’s euphoria—like, real joy, not that fake Instagram kind. Then it melts into this deep, narcotic body high that makes time irrelevant. You’ll forget your own name, but you’ll be smiling about it.
Medical users chase it for pain, insomnia, anxiety. It’s like a warm blanket soaked in morphine. But recreational heads? They’re in it for the ride. The visuals, the introspection, the way it makes music sound like it’s coming from inside your chest. It’s not a party strain. It’s a “let’s stare at the stars and question our existence” strain.
Honestly, I’ve had nights where Star Killer made me cry over a bowl of cereal. Not because I was sad—because the milk tasted like childhood and the spoon was too shiny. It does that. It opens weird doors in your brain. Sometimes that’s beautiful. Sometimes it’s terrifying. Depends on the day.
Would I recommend it? Hell yes. But not to everyone. If you’re new to cannabis, maybe start with something gentler. Like a nice Blue Dream or a mellow Harlequin. Star Killer’s for the seasoned stoners, the psychonauts, the ones who want to go deep and don’t mind getting a little lost on the way.
And the smell—Jesus. Open a jar and it’s like a skunk got into a citrus grove and rolled around in diesel. It’s pungent, offensive in the best way. Your neighbors will know. Your mailman will know. Your dog will judge you.
But you won’t care. Because you’ll be floating somewhere above the couch, eyes half-closed, grinning like an idiot, wondering if maybe—just maybe—the stars are watching you back.