The best strains of all time
I'm sober. No focus.
Are shit. Garbage. Try growing anything on order with a famous name.
A breeders/cannabis cup winner, is the kiss of death, for any cultivar.
We hear names, all the time and I, if not we... envy, collect, or chase.
When I ordered, specifically: strongest cultivars known to man... I saw immature seeds. When I order famous names... regardless of source: it's mids, with unforgettable exeptions... until my oops'd fpog improved.
And then, after a season of tent humpin, I learned: the power resides in the f1.
We chase dragons, like heroes and we pay top dollar for a thousandth copy, of a thousandth copy.
So my answer to the question is, any cultivar of my own making.
Never, have I had so many, "woooooah", harvests, until I started growing my own... making my own reputation, so to speak.
Were I ever to buy seeds, again...
It would be small seedhouse, boutique, in house cultivars.
Mephisto... equilibrium genetics... never again, will I grow autos, or fems. I believe in strength of genetics.
Anyone who tells you any different... doesn't know the difference.
So yes, chase dragons and fairytales
or... make our own reputations.
I'd have any of my f1's, take the Pepsi challenge. Because the whopper and bigmac... can both suck it.
We do better in our sleep; on our own grills... with our own people.
Favorite CULTIVAR... breeders lab...
I'd say happy hour, but you wouldn't know her.... she's my Frankenstein and... she was an oops.
I'm not breeder. I don't choose from 1000 and 1000...
I don't have to.
I only grow my own f1's, unless I have no other choice... because multiple cultivar across the board... and I mean ten plus... will beat the pants off single cultivar intakes... obviously, with exception of CBD, entries.
Because a thc molecule, doesn't know its name... doesn't know it's ditch...
It seems like a trick question, to me.
You seeking the spreading of copies of tens of thousands, risking human pothead all did their jobs... never sayin, "hmmm... which seed is... sooo! Break time! Wooten woot"... seems like a recipe for ruining the best of landrace... expecting people, not to be human.
The kiss of death for any breeder: hubris.