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Tangerine Dream seeds. Man, where do I even start?
They’ve got this weird pull—like, you open the pack and there’s this quiet little promise humming beneath the surface. Not loud. Not showy. But it’s there. You feel it in your fingertips. These aren’t just any cannabis seeds. They’re... something else. A little electric. A little dangerous. Like biting into a fruit you’ve never seen before and realizing it tastes like your best memory of summer.
The strain itself? Sativa-leaning hybrid, technically. But that doesn’t really say much, does it? Labels like that—they’re like calling a hurricane “windy.” Tangerine Dream hits in layers. First, it’s citrus. Not fake orange soda citrus. Real citrus. Zesty. Sharp. Like someone peeled a tangerine next to your face and whispered, “Wake up.” Then comes this warm, earthy undertone. Like the smell of sun-warmed soil after rain. It grounds you. Reminds you you’re still human. Still here.
Growing it? Not for the lazy. These plants demand attention. They stretch tall, lanky—like teenagers who haven’t figured out their limbs yet. Indoors, you’ll need to train them. Bend, tie, coax. Outdoors, they’ll reach for the sky if you let them. Flowering time’s not bad—around 9 weeks give or take. But the payoff? Oh man. Dense, resin-glazed buds that look like they’ve been kissed by frost. And the smell. Jesus. Like someone smashed a citrus grove into a spice rack and lit the whole thing on fire.
People talk about the high like it’s a revelation. And maybe it is. It starts in your head—bright, buzzy, almost too much. Like your thoughts are racing each other to the finish line. But then it settles. Slowly. Like honey dripping down a spoon. Your body loosens. Shoulders drop. Time gets weird. Not in a scary way. Just... bendy. You might forget what you were saying mid-sentence. You might not care. It’s that kind of ride.
Honestly, I’ve had friends who swear by it for anxiety. Others say it helps them focus. Me? I just like how it makes music sound. Like every note has a color. Like the bass is breathing. It’s not a couch-lock strain, but don’t expect to run a marathon either. It’s more like—sit on the porch, watch the sky change colors, forget your phone exists.
One thing though—don’t overdo it. Tangerine Dream’s got claws. Take too much and you might find yourself staring at the ceiling, convinced you’ve unlocked the secrets of the universe. Or that your cat is judging you. Both might be true. Who knows.
Anyway. If you’re thinking of growing it—do it. Just don’t treat it like a beginner’s project. These seeds deserve more than that. They’ve got history. Character. A little bit of magic, maybe. Or maybe I’m just high. Either way, they’re worth it.
And if you ever get the chance to smoke it under a full moon, barefoot in the grass, with someone you love? Don’t pass that up. Trust me.