The Case of the Overdosing Indica: Act I - A Seed Takes Root
The dame walked in with a name that promised oblivion - Auto Overdose. Divine Seeds, they called themselves. Angels of agriculture or peddlers of paranoia? I never was one for trusting labels.
This dame, though, she whispered of effects that tickled my curiosity:
Classic Indicas, she said, left trembling in their oversized leaves.
Experienced stoners? Sent packing with a one-way ticket to dreamland.
Now, I'm a Sativa man myself, always have been. But the shadows hold their own mysteries, and this dame, Auto Overdose, she seemed to be woven from them.
Planted her with a single day's grace, just one seed to test the waters. Sprout poked its head through the soil like a green-fingered gremlin, faster than a double-cross. Didn't stretch for the sky like the usual suspects, this one. Kept itself low, broad-shouldered, like a dame packing a heater in her purse. Seems there's more to this story than meets the eye. Stay tuned, folks, this one could get hazy.
****A HUGE Thank You to Divine Seeds for sponsoring this grow. They sent me a couple of seeds for this year's grows. Auto Overdose is going to be the star of this show. Hope you enjoy this film noir themed diary,****
Congrats on the successful germination 🌲 hope the rest of your grow is trouble free. I’m sure as soon as she is used to her new home she will explode into growth 💪