BLUEDREAMSEEDSBANK

People get touchy about their strains. There’s loyalty involved. Like Coke vs Pepsi or cats vs dogs—except your body’s in it too. OG Kush hits your core, that couch-lock fuzzy melt, earthy citrus punch that haunts your jaw a bit when you exhale. The name rings loud in dispensaries, like an old guard or some grizzled war vet everyone respects but doesn’t always need. It’s dense, unforgiving, and I swear it tastes like LA smog and pine trees at midnight. Doesn’t ask how your day was—just drops you into silence. And if you’ve ever tried growing it... pain in the ass. You're better off sticking to something like Blue Dream seeds unless you like babysitting.