Bluecheese

Riboh The Bluecheese ladies under the big open sky have officially stepped into their flowering phase. Pistils are starting to show, stretching is kicking in, and that unmistakable funky-cheese aroma is just beginning to tease the air. Outdoor life seems to be treating them well — full sun during the day, cooler evenings to harden them off, and enough breeze to keep airflow strong around the canopy. The structure is stacking nicely, branches are opening up, and we’re setting the stage for some chunky colas in the weeks to come. From here it’s all about keeping them fed, hydrated, and pest-checked, while letting nature do her thing. The outdoor cycle means slower, steadier progress compared to the tent, but the payoff should be fatter, more flavorful Bluecheese buds kissed by the sun. Flowering just started — countdown to stinky greatness has begun!

Riboh Week 1 of flower and the Bluecheese girls are flipping – pistils popping like confetti at a party. They’re stretching their legs, reaching for the sun, and getting ready to stink up the neighborhood. The greenhouse is basically turning into a cheesy nightclub – leaves dancing, branches waving, and that faint whiff of funk just starting to sneak out. It’s the beginning of the Bluecheese show, and the opening act already smells promising.

Riboh Out in the great wide open, Bluecheese is strutting into week 2 of flower like she owns the garden. Pistils are shooting out across every top, waving at the sun and catching that fresh breeze like little solar panels in training. The stretch is still on, but she’s not going wild—just stretching tall and proud, as if she wants to see over the fence and check on the neighbor’s tomatoes. Her leaves are that rich, glossy green that screams “I’m well fed.” The outdoor mix of sunlight, fresh air, and a steady diet of Bloom, CalMag, and a touch of booster has her vibing like a plant on vacation. A little thinning underneath let the light hit lower bud sites, and she didn’t miss a beat—came right back with extra energy, like, “Nice, now I can breathe.” And the smell? It’s sneaking in already. A faint whiff of creamy berry funk drifts around her space, just enough to let you know she’s got big plans for the weeks ahead. By next update, the yard will probably have that unmistakable Bluecheese perfume—loud enough that the breeze might tattletale to the neighbors. So far, she’s the picture of outdoor health: sun-kissed, stretching, and getting ready to stack those classic chunky flowers.