Hey Cannafam, Well harvest time has arrived for my beautiful Apricot lady. I did want to leave her a bit longer as her Trichomes are cloudy with only a few amber ones, and i wanted a really heavy effect, however after the past week being clear sunshine with low humidity in the 50s, humidity has now shot up to 84% and today i found the dredded rot in one of the lesser branches 🙁 Shes not had any feed since last update but has been watered thoroughly a couple of times this week, and flushed due to extremely hot days. Wednesday/Thursday 32c with 19c at night, yesterday was 27c and today its come down to 26c. The weather over the next week is going to be cloudy with high humidity, because of this and the rot found today, i've wet trimmed her as i don't want to lose the harvest which i think is the sensible choice. She wasn't too leafy and shes left me with a nice bag of trim and some proper gunk for scissor hash. At the moment im unable to use my tent indoors for drying so ive attached a hook to the ceiling in the garage and hung there for now, il keep tge eindows open in the day to get a through draft. In regards to weight i dont have the appropriate scales to give a wet figure without chopping her up. Il give further update when fully dry. Thats all from me until final update, thanks for stoppin by ✌️💚 ********* Update*********** Well this gal gook 10 days to dry and came in at 42g so 1.5 Oz, im really pleased with the result as i thought she,d be about an Oz overall. I've ended up with lovely compact frosty nugs. I haven't given a further trim as the buds and bits of sugar leaf attached are absolutely loaded with trichomes, these are just for me and i quite like them under manicured like scores of yesteryear. Shes been curing for a short time and i tried her today, when opening the jar you get a dank marmalade type funk which is kinda apricotty. This gal was tried in my vaporizer at different temps and at 190c theres a lovely fruity quality that makes your mouth water. Initially you get a cheerful mood boost, shortly after i found my forehead going numb with this one, and shes quite strong! All muscles relax and pain relief is moderate to good, about 10 minutes later i was incable of doing anything and basically turned to jelly, became part of my bed and had a great nights sleep 🤣 Really good smoke and perfect for sleep issues, but not to be used if you have any plans as she'll knock you sideways! Thank you to anyone following, liking or commenting, I hope you've enjoyed this diary. Stay safe and be good to each other 💚💚💚

Cannabis isn't just a plant; it's a test, and most people are failing it. You've been told weed is either medicine or menace, a spiritual gateway or a mind-numbing escape, sacred or sinful. But here's the truth: none of those labels touch the core of what this plant really is. Cannabis doesn't conform to your beliefs about it. It amplifies what's already within you, and that's what makes it dangerous. In ancient traditions, cannabis wasn't a way to pass the time. It was a portal—a tool of transformation—used only by those prepared to meet themselves fully, with no filters and no distractions. Shamans, mystics, and seekers used it to dissolve the ego, not decorate it. Today, however, the plant is everywhere. It's sold like candy, smoked like a trend, and worshipped like a lifestyle. What was once a ritual has become routine. The sacred has been turned into a spectacle. This isn't about whether weed is good or bad. It's about what it does to your soul. Long before cannabis was ever rolled into a joint or packaged for profit, it was a key—handled carefully, reverently, and only by those who understood what door they were opening. At the dawn of civilization, it was never seen as a recreational pastime. It was a sacred tool, aligned with the rhythms of spirit and used only within the context of ritual, fasting, prayer, and solitude. In ancient India, it was offered to Shiva, the god of destruction and transformation—the one who dissolves illusion so that truth can be born. His devotees, the sadhus, didn't smoke for fun. They smoked to die—at least, to the ego. The chillum wasn't an accessory; it was a sacrament. In Taoist alchemy, cannabis was blended with other herbs to refine energy, cultivate inner silence, and trigger visionary dreams. It wasn't used to numb the senses but to awaken subtle perception. Ancient texts describe it as a spirit ally—one capable of sharpening insight or disrupting chi, depending on the user's inner alignment. To the unprepared, it was not a gift. It was a test. Sufi mystics used hashish in ceremonies intended to dissolve the self into divine presence. Yet even among them, the plant remained controversial. Rumi warned against forms of intoxication that imitate awakening while leaving the soul untouched. The plant was revered only when it led to the annihilation of the ego, not the amplification of it. It had to be held like a sword: with respect, or it would cut the hand that held it. Among the Rastafari, cannabis is ganja—the herb of wisdom, the healing of the nations. But it is not merely smoked; it is prayed over. It is brought into reasoning sessions, where words and smoke rise together in a shared search for truth. It is a tool of communion, not escape. It is never separate from the liturgy. In those sacred circles, cannabis is not consumed to forget the world but to remember the divine within it. And yet, here we are. In the modern West, we've turned the sacrament into a souvenir. What once demanded preparation now demands nothing. You can buy weed in drive-throughs, light up between text messages, and scroll through endless content while floating in synthetic calm. The plant is the same, but the context has changed. Without ritual, cannabis loses its compass. When the ceremony disappears, all that's left is sensation. And sensation without direction becomes indulgence. What makes this dangerous isn't the plant itself. It's that we now engage with something once considered sacred as if it were entertainment. Cannabis doesn't offer consistency; it offers amplification. If you're grounded, it deepens you. If you're lost, it magnifies the maze. Most people don't realize they're walking into a temple with muddy feet and then wondering why they see only shadows. The truth is, the plant doesn't decide where it takes you. It holds up a mirror. That mirror reflects everything: your fears, your unresolved pain, your unspoken questions. It doesn't care about your vibe. It cares about your intention. That's why, in most traditions, the preparation was the real ritual. Fasting, chanting, silence, cleansing—all before the first inhale. Not because of superstition, but because they understood that the mind must be stable before it is expanded. Used with reverence, cannabis is not a drug. It's a door. But doors lead both ways. They open to light, but also to shadow. And the most dangerous illusion is believing you can handle both when you've prepared for neither. There's a reason so many people report anxiety, paranoia, or a strange sense of being watched when they smoke weed. Most chalk it up to a bad strain, the wrong dosage, or a chemical reaction. But what if it's not the weed at all? What if the plant is doing exactly what it was always meant to do—stripping away the noise, piercing through illusion, and revealing what's hiding underneath? Carl Jung called it the shadow: the buried aspects of the psyche that you've rejected, forgotten, or never dared to face. Not evil—just uncomfortable. Not malicious—just inconvenient. It's the grief you never processed, the anger you swallowed, and the truths you couldn't bear to confront. The plant doesn't generate these things. It reveals them. Like an amplifier, it doesn't create the music. It simply makes what's already playing louder. And for many people, what's playing is unresolved pain. This is the part of cannabis that nobody likes to talk about. Because it doesn't sell as well as relaxation, good vibes, or being chill. But ask any serious spiritual practitioner and they'll tell you: the path to awakening begins in the underworld. Not in visions, but in discomfort. Not in light, but in confrontation. And cannabis, when used consciously, can be one of the most effective tools for that process. But only if you're ready. Only if you're willing to see your own face without the mask. In mystical psychology, this moment of exposure is sacred. It's not a failure. It's an invitation. The anxiety that creeps in after a puff. The spiraling self-consciousness. The rising paranoia. These are not necessarily signs of malfunction. They are feedback. The system is responding to the shift. What's happening isn't that you're losing control. It's that your filters are breaking down. Your inner guard dogs are panicking because the ego's fortress is being breached. But modern culture isn't built to help you through that experience. There's no shaman. No elder. No circle. You're alone in your room, staring at the ceiling, heart racing, wondering why you feel like you're dissolving. And the truth is: you are. That's what the plant does. It dissolves the artificial. It burns away the performance. And if you're not prepared for that process, it can feel like a nightmare. Not because the plant is wrong, but because the encounter is real. Esoteric traditions understood this. If your internal world is chaotic, cannabis doesn't fix it. It turns up the volume. It invites everything to the surface. For healing to happen, it must. But if you run from that surfacing—if you numb it or distract yourself from it—the cycle repeats. Again and again. High after high. Until nothing feels sacred anymore. Only noisy. This is why cannabis, despite being natural, is not automatically safe. It doesn't distinguish between the ready and the unready. It doesn't decide who should see and who should sleep. It simply opens the curtain. What you do with what's behind it is up to you. And here lies the biggest misunderstanding of all: The belief that the plant is supposed to make you feel better. That's the lie. The truth is that it's supposed to make you see. The pain. The joy. The confusion. It's all information. It's your spirit saying: "Here. This. Look at this." But because we've been trained to fear discomfort, we label these moments as bad trips and walk away with nothing. No reflection. No learning. Just another story about how weed made us anxious. But cannabis doesn't make you anxious. It reveals the anxiety you were already carrying. It doesn't invent the discomfort—it exposes it. And that makes it one of the most honest substances you'll ever encounter. But honesty isn't always kind. Truth doesn't always feel good. And sometimes what it reflects isn't pretty. Yet perhaps it's exactly what you needed to see. One of the greatest spiritual traps is mistaking sensation for truth. And cannabis, more than almost any other plant, tempts us into that illusion. You light up. You feel open. Thoughts seem deeper. Music becomes richer. Synchronicities appear like hidden messages from the universe. Your journal fills with insights you'd never write sober. Everything feels meaningful. Mystical. Even transformative. But the real question is: does any of it actually transform you? The high itself can be seductive. It mimics transcendence. It mimics peace. But imitation is not integration. Feeling expanded is not the same as becoming whole. Cannabis can create the appearance of spiritual clarity without providing the foundation necessary to sustain it. And that's what makes it dangerous—not because it harms the body, but because it can convince the soul that it has already arrived. You begin to believe you've evolved simply because you've felt something profound. But depth is not measured by intensity. It's measured by what you bring back from the experience—and how you live once the feeling fades. Many regular users describe sudden breakthroughs: realizations about trauma, a sense of oneness with life, deep presence, heightened awareness. These experiences are real. The danger arises when those realizations remain suspended in the ether—unanchored and unapplied. They become what esoteric teachers call spiritual inflation: the expansion of the ego around the feeling of transformation without the work required to sustain it. This is what Hermetic and occult traditions sometimes refer to as the false light—experiences that appear enlightened but remain mental simulations. In Kabbalistic mysticism, it resembles the sphere of Hod: the brilliance of intellect divorced from grounded truth. It glows like gold, yet crumbles like ash. You think you've seen the light, when in reality you've only seen the mirror. Insight vs. Identity It's no coincidence that many long-term cannabis users begin to confuse insight with identity. They start wearing the experience rather than integrating it. They sound spiritual. They appear awakened. They quote philosophers and mystics. Yet their lives remain unchanged. Their patterns don't shift. Their relationships don't deepen. Their suffering doesn't dissolve. It simply becomes more poetic. The plant becomes a prop in a performance of progress. Osho once said, "Substances open doors that only silence should open." He wasn't denying their power. He was warning about their instability. A door forced open does not remain open. And the visions offered through altered states can distort reality when the mind is unprepared to receive them. The high can become a pedestal from which you look down on those who haven't seen what you've seen. But often, nothing has been seen clearly. It has only been felt intensely. The problem is not the insight. The problem is what you do with it. An experience, no matter how profound, means little if it never becomes action. A revelation is only valuable when it changes the way you live. Otherwise, the mirror remains just a mirror—and you leave exactly as you arrived. Cannabis can absolutely offer perspective, but unless that perspective becomes practice, it's just stimulation. If it doesn't shift how you show up in conflict, how you face your shadow, how you serve others, how you move through suffering, then it's a spiritual distraction dressed as awakening. And that's the danger. Not the plant. Not the smoke. But the story you tell yourself about what it all means. The high isn't the truth. It's a doorway. But if you stand in the doorway forever, thinking you've arrived, you never actually step into the room. You become addicted not to the substance, but to the illusion of progress. And that illusion is harder to detox from than any chemical dependency. This is why traditions with spiritual depth never worshipped the high. They used it to point to something deeper. They never glorified the vision. They asked what it demanded. Because real awakening isn't what happens on the plant. It's what happens after. It's in the silence that follows. In the choices that emerge. In the humility to realize that seeing something once doesn't mean you understand it. Cannabis offers access, not arrival. But the world doesn't need more access. It needs more anchors. More people who don't just visit the sacred but embody it. Who don't just feel the truth but live it. Cannabis doesn't just affect the mind. It touches the subtle body, the invisible architecture of your being that carries your thoughts, emotions, memories, and energetic imprints. You can't see it, but you can feel it. And when the plant interacts with that field, it doesn't ask for permission. It amplifies whatever is already there. That's why for some, it unlocks intuition, sensitivity, and a heightened sense of presence. For others, it unearths chaos. That chaos isn't random. It's the byproduct of energy that hasn't been cleared. Think of the subtle body as a musical instrument. When it's in tune, cannabis can act like a bow across a string, drawing out resonance, harmony, and even silence. But when that instrument is dusty, out of tune, or misaligned, all the plant does is amplify the noise. And in that noise, people often confuse stimulation for wisdom. You feel more, but you're not necessarily seeing more. You're just louder inside. And when the inner space is crowded, clarity becomes impossible. Traditions that understand this speak of energetic hygiene. It's not a mystical concept. It's spiritual hygiene, in the same way that showering is physical hygiene. Practices like fasting, breathwork, chanting, cold exposure, prayer, and silence aren't accessories. They're clearing rituals. They stabilize the field. They make sure that when you open the door with a plant like cannabis, you're not stepping into a room full of unresolved debris. In Reiki and other energetic healing practices, cannabis is sometimes described as a field disruptor. Not because it's harmful, but because it creates a surge in sensitivity. That surge can help you access subtle energies, but it can also leave you porous. Practitioners who aren't grounded often find their sessions become unstable or chaotic after using the plant. Sensations increase, but control decreases. The same is true in Kundalini work, where cannabis is known to awaken dormant energy before the body is ready to handle it. You feel open, electric, even euphoric, until you don't. Until you crash, spiral, or find yourself unable to ground the experience in any meaningful way. Amazonian shamans say that every plant opens, but every plant also tests. And cannabis is no exception. They believe that each plant carries a consciousness, a spirit, a frequency. And when that spirit enters you, it begins to communicate. Not in language, but in emotion, in memory, in energetic sensation. If you're not clean, mentally, emotionally, spiritually, that communication becomes scrambled. The plant becomes distorted by your own residue. And instead of clarity, you get confusion dressed in insight's clothing. This is why so many people feel drained, unfocused, or emotionally raw after heavy cannabis use. Not because the plant is inherently draining, but because they entered into it unprepared. No clearing, no containment, no reverence. It's like plugging a delicate instrument into a distorted amplifier with frayed wires. The result isn't music. It's noise. And the longer you're exposed to it, the more it wears down your sensitivity. Cannabis interacts with the energy body like fire, interacts with a dry forest. It spreads. It consumes. It brings light, but only if the space is clean. Otherwise, it just burns. Without grounding, without clarity, without intentional boundaries, what was meant to elevate can begin to fragment. You lose focus. You lose willpower. You start living in a fog that feels peaceful, but underneath is a dull kind of stagnation. And here's the subtle danger. You begin to call that fog calm. You begin to associate the dulling of sensation with healing. But healing isn't numbness. Healing is clarity. Healing is the return of power, not its suspension. And cannabis, when used without energetic awareness, can temporarily mask imbalance instead of resolving it. So the question becomes, is your system clean enough for clarity? Have you prepared your inner temple before you invite the plant in? Because cannabis doesn't clean the house. It just turns on the lights. What you see depends entirely on what was already there. Once upon a time, cannabis was only used when the soul was ready. Now, it's used because the week ends here. The shift didn't happen overnight. It was slow, subtle, and disguised as liberation. What used to be sacred became symbolic. What used to be intentional became impulsive. We went from smoke as spirit to smoke as content. And in the process, the plant didn't lose its power. We just lost our way of holding it. In Rastafarian tradition, cannabis wasn't something you did alone in your room to cope with stress. It was integrated into sacred reasoning sessions, ritual gatherings for philosophical and spiritual reflection. The smoke rose with the chants, with the prayers, with the heartbeat of drums. It was a communal ascent, not a personal escape. It wasn't about feeling good. It was about finding alignment with Jah, God, Source, the One. And if your heart wasn't clean, the herb would show you. It wasn't entertainment. It was an initiation. In the African diaspora, especially within Afro-Brazilian religions like Candomblé and Umbanda, cannabis wasn't always central, but the concept behind its use was. Every plant was seen as holding an axé, a spiritual frequency, a purpose, a vibration. To misuse a plant was to misuse its energy, and to do that was to invite imbalance. The ritual determined the effect. The ceremony created the container. Nothing sacred was taken without being earned. There was no casual consumption, only communion. But that's not what the modern world wanted. Ritual requires time, discipline, and humility. Ritual is inconvenient, and capitalism thrives on convenience. So, the plant was extracted from its cultural roots, sanitized for mass consumption, and rebranded as a lifestyle. Now it's wrapped in sleek packaging, endorsed by influencers, and sold with the same pitch as a wellness smoothie. This will make you feel better. No mention of shadow. No mention of mirrors. Just mood boards, pastel fonts, and a shallow nod to mindfulness. The sacred was commercialized. The ceremony was deleted. And cannabis became a product, not a portal. Now people light up while binge-watching shows that feed them more programming. They scroll while smoking, swiping through empty content designed to hijack their dopamine. There is no circle. No chant. No silence. Just stimulation on top of stimulation. And in that layered chaos, the plant becomes fog instead of fire. Numbness instead of clarity. Even the festivals that claim to be spiritual, burning incense, playing ecstatic music, and selling chakra stickers often reduce the plant to background noise. The ritual becomes a performance. The ceremony becomes a costume. And the true essence of the plant, the part that could transform, disrupt, awaken, is buried under layers of aesthetics. But cannabis has no interest in being aesthetic. Its spirit is old, wild, and unapologetically real. It doesn't care about your branding. It cares about your intention. And without a container, its energy spills. It flows into your distractions, into your anxieties, into your unchecked wounds. Without direction, it simply amplifies your current state. That's why some people feel inspired, and others feel stuck. Same plant, different vessel. So when we stripped away the ritual, we stripped away the structure that made the experience sacred. Without that, what's left is entertainment masked as healing. A mimicry of depth. A hollow echo of what once was holy. The plant has not changed. But the way we use it has. And until we reclaim the container, we'll keep wondering why the experience feels shallow, inconsistent, or even chaotic. It's not that cannabis lost its power. We just stopped preparing ourselves to receive it. The ritual was never a performance for the divine. It was a way to prepare you. To cleanse your mind, your energy, your heart. So when the plant opened the door, you walked through it with grace, not confusion. We didn't lose the sacred. We stopped recognizing it. The most dangerous lie is that intention alone is enough. If you mean well, the plant will guide you. But cannabis, like all true spiritual allies, doesn't operate on sentiment. It responds to energy, to readiness, to the clarity of your inner world, not your wishful thinking. Too many seekers approach it with curiosity, but no compass. They light up to feel better, to think deeper, to escape boredom or soften the edges of stress. But they forget that the plant doesn't give you peace. It reveals whether or not peace was already there. Used with discernment, cannabis can be a profound ally. It can help you detach from the noise of the ego, see your patterns more clearly, and soften the grip of your internal narratives. But the key is never the plant itself. The key is who you are when you meet it. Without structure, the experience becomes slippery. Without reflection, the insight evaporates. Without grounding, the openness turns to fragmentation. So how do you use the plant without being used by it? First, by understanding that cannabis should never be your first response. If you feel anxious, don't smoke. Sit with it. Ask it questions. If you're restless, don't escape. Move your body. Breathe deeply. Journal. Only when the body is settled, and the mind is clear can the plant act as a tool of refinement, rather than disruption. Before using, ask yourself, " What am I seeking? Clarity or comfort? Truth or temporary relief? Am I reaching for the plant out of alignment or avoidance? There's a massive difference between using cannabis to explore consciousness and using it to mute what consciousness is trying to tell you. One is sacred. The other is just another loop. The wisest traditions never relied on cannabis alone. It was always one element in a larger spiritual ecosystem. Fasting. Silence. Chanting. Prayer. Breathwork. Cleansing rituals. These were not unnecessary traditions. They were spiritual hygiene. They were the practices that helped prepare the vessel, clear the clutter, and tune the nervous system so that the plant could do its deeper work. Grounding practices matter. Smoke in silence. Sit on the earth. Stay off your phone. Turn off the background noise. Let the plant guide you inward, not outward. Write down what comes. Reflect. Integrate. Take what you learn and bring it into how you move. How you speak. How you love. That's where the real alchemy happens. Not in what you see, but in what you do with what you see. Cannabis without integration becomes a form of spiritual entertainment. You start chasing the feeling instead of doing the work. It becomes part of your identity. You begin to associate your depth with the plant, as if you cannot access wisdom without it. And that's the beginning of dependency. Not chemical, but existential. You forget that the plant is just a mirror. The depth was always within you. The cannabis just helped reveal it. The real journey begins when you can access that state without anything external. You are not meant to live inside the high. You're meant to bring what you found there back into your daily life. The insight is not the prize. The application is. The transformation is. Can you be kind without needing to feel euphoric? Can you stay present without chemical help? Can you walk through conflict, boredom, and routine and still remain awake? This is how you use the plant without losing yourself. By never letting it become your source of meaning. By returning to yourself as the center. The plant may open the door. But only you can walk the path. And if you're not walking, you're just circling. Feeling more. Learning nothing. You don't need more highs. You need more honesty. The kind of honesty that isn't always pleasant, but always real. The kind that strips away the glittering illusions and asks, is this helping me grow or just helping me hide? Cannabis was never meant to be used in isolation. Across cultures, lineages, and centuries, its spiritual use was almost always collective. Not because people couldn't access altered states on their own, but because those who understood the plant knew this. Without a container, power becomes unpredictable. And without community, insight turns to distortion. The plant might open you, but it's the circle that holds you. In the Rastafari tradition, cannabis is not smoked casually. It's part of reasoning sessions, gatherings where the herb is passed with reverence, accompanied by scripture, discussion, chanting, and the pursuit of divine truth. It's not about getting high. It's about getting aligned. Words are shared with weight. Silence is respected. Everyone becomes both student and teacher. Rollers rights, puff puff pass the herb moves clockwise, like time, like energy, like the sacred wheel of life. In that space, cannabis is not the focus. It is the bridge that bonds.

Day 71 🌤️☀️🌤️🌥️ 13-23 degrees, humidity 53-78%. I start into the 11th week with an intense check of the trichomes. Tropicana started to produce amber and blue trichomes, next to purple and pink. The purple get’s darker and the appearance of the flowers change to a beautiful bouquet of fragrant colours. Day 72 ☁️🌧️☁️⛈️ 15-24 degrees, humidity 69-84%. Today my plants needed to be canopied again because of strong rainfall. I‘m glad that I have this opportunity while they continue standing outside and ripening. I take some fotos of Tropicana and her trichomes, gave her one liter of pure rainwater and let her wait for the next sunny days. And wait, and wait probably several more days. Day 73 - End of spring, beginning of summer! 🤓 🌧️☁️🌧️☁️17-25 degrees, humidity is 70-90%. Got to have an eye on the flowers, they are dry but the humidity is too high for doing nothing. Today in the evening I took a few leafs of my plants for a relax tee. A nightingale is singing next to our balcony. Love it! Day 74 🌧️🌧️☁️🌧️ 19-24 degrees, humidity is 75-90%. Tropicana is smelling wonderfully. It‘s like a bouquet of all her colors. My nose is in love! Day 75 ⛅️🌧️☁️⛈️ 13-19 degrees, humidity is 80-94 %. Waiting for sunshine. I decided after reading about, to flush the potting soil twice. Once I did today with 10 liter water and a lot of drainage wich was quit clear at he end. A second time I will do it in about a week then maybe stop watering her. Day 76 🌤️⛅️☁️🌥️ 12-24 degrees, humidity is between 60 and 80. Today Tropicana enjoys her life on our balcony. She looks fine after flushing yesterday early morning. I‘m looking once per day on three flowers at the same point if there‘s fresh growth, and there is. Found a Terpmonster this morning. Wake and bake. Psychedelic Sunday! Night 77 🌤️☀️🌤️☀️ 15-26 degrees and the humidity is 55-73%. I brought Tropicana inside to take some pictures with a flashlight. It’s not so easy to catch the real tropical colors, nearly this fotos give an idea. She is smelling very intensive. Very fruity floral fragrance stayed for hours in the flat. I really need to think where do dry our weed. Because of different reasons I won‘t do it in the flat. So I think about the basement or maybe on the balcony depending on humidity and weather forecast.

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Que pasa familia, vamos con la octava semana de floración de estas Barcelona Puff feminizadas de Seedstockers. Vamos al lío ,se trasplantaron en macetas de 7 litros definitivamente. El ph se controla en 6.0 , la temperatura la tenemos entre 25/21 grados y la humedad ronda el 50%. El ciclo de floración puse 12h de luz, el foco está al 100% de potencia. De momento van creciendo a buen ritmo y tienen un buen color, la flor ya empezó a engordar y a tricomar, por el momento todo bien. Agradecer a Agrobeta por el envío del kit gold series para la temporada 🙏. - os dejo por aquí un CÓDIGO: Eldruida Descuento para la tienda de MARS HYDRO. https://www.mars-hydro.com Hasta aquí todo, Buenos humos 💨💨💨

i really love the canopy.... still a few days to wait before switch to 12/12

So Here we go,guys 🙂 3rd week is here and Im totally glad I hit these genetics. The girls are eating AF and I water them everytime I have the time 😀 They love it! so much! I bend them like real girls (you know waht I mean,vrrrrrrr) 😀 I had a little bit of mistakes : crash some new stems,but the others will have their power now,so..... Well : beast incoming!

Week 6 from clone flip next week

Soweit war diese Woche alles in Ordnung bis ich mitte der Woche entdeckt hab das die Orange Bud an zwei Stellen das schimmeln angefangen hat.. Hab alles grob weg geschnitte sie dann im endeffekt trotzdem paar Tage später geerntet weil die Trichome für meinen Geschmack schon ready waren. Hab die Luftfeuchtigkeit dann nochmal versucht weiter runter zu bekommen.

So happy can't wait to harvest Anyone know how long for flowering for this strain???many thanks happy growing

La tenda (4x4) è in fioritura da circa 2 settimane e la SF2000 lavora a pieno regime riuscendo a coprire bene e in maniera efficace praticamente ovunque, ho trasferito la Purple OG Punch di SSSC che è l’unica autofiorente e mi stava crescendo troppo in altezza per stare nell altro box e quindi aggiungerò lei in questo diario!😄💥🎬💚 Tutte le Gorilla 🦍 sia di Zamnesia che di RQS sono state defogliate nelle foglie più gialle e con carenze, le 3 piante di Seeds Mafia invece continuano così cercando di recuperare le altre in altezza…ora le Gorilla 🦍 sono tutte a 1.800 EC mentre le 3 di SM sono a 1.600 EC, la PPOG è a 1500 EC. Ci vediamo presto con altri aggiornamenti e grazie di essere passato! Grazie Spider Farmer ancora per questo LED SF2000, questo nuovo modello fa veramente la differenza e le piante crescono in maniera ottimale!!! 💯🙌🌱

Transplantes a macetas finales de 7lts realizados tempranamente para que se acomoden bien para pronto pasar a floración, no más de los 30 días de vegetación 🍀👨‍🌾🏻

Vamos familia segunda semana de vida de estás Punch Pie de RoyalQueenSeeds . Que ganas tengo de ver el progreso de esta variedad, las plantulas están sanas, se ven con buen color. La cantidad de agua cada 48h entre riegos. Esta primera semana ya añadimos nutrientes de la gama Agrobeta. Tuve problemas de trips en un indoor y tengo todas plagadas pero ya las e tratado con aceite de neem y un insecticida genérico , trataré esta semana y la siguiente. Estas próximas semanas veremos cómo avanzan. Mars hydro: Code discount: EL420 https://www.mars-hydro.com/ Agrobeta: https://www.agrobeta.com/agrobetatiendaonline/36-abonos-canamo Hasta aquí todo, Buenos humos 💨💨.

Really good week but the plant is still stretching. It really needs to stop otherwise I expect problems. Really loving the extra feeds made possible by the automatic watering, which will really be tested this week as I'm away for work. If anything goes wrong nothing can be done to rectify until Saturday. Fingers crossed it's smooth sailing anyhow. Bud sites a plenty anyhow, just hoping they continue to grow and finish off fat and juicy.

Esa familia, estoy de nuevo por aquí, os traigo la última semana de crecimiento de estas candy caramelo de Zambezaseeds. Estoy bastante contento las 3 son simétricas están creciendo en un tanque de 7 litros en los cuales aportamos el primer riego con nutrientes para solventar alguna carencia leve, sobre todo de nitrógeno pero nada como echarles de comer. El ph está controlado, la temperatura no aumenta de 26 grados y la humedad la mantenemos por encima de 50%. Cómo apreciáis, todo va sobre ruedas, veremos que tal se comportan de ahora en adelante, saludos fumetillas y buenos humos.

Day 65 . Girls love theirs shitty life ;))) Looks everything fine, they started to smell really berry , time to put air filter on. The only toped and most delayed girl is showing super results, you can check her size on week 4. Its crazy what upside down plant delivered. Good i left her and always hoped that she will be special .. Day 66. And its friday 13 ;))) I see that late FastDiesel is way behind, so i made it even worse ;)) i stripped her hard, just to know how this strain reacts. All other girls are way upfront and for some it would be second round of defoliation in flower, but they never tried it and its just to late to experiment with all of them. After two hours she still hates it. Fast Diesel really loves CalMag, on day 67 all girls will get CalMag + Molasses mix, for some girls it will be last CalMag i think. They will have a heavy feed aswell. Planing on day 69-70. Thats all action and plans for this week. All girls got striped a bit on day 66 and changed left with right . Thinking new possition will light up other buds, maybe flower will develop more evenly... Looks like thats it, hope no budrot, thats my only fear .... And i forgot to make earliest Tangie photo, but she was always in front at the entrance and she is nothing special, looks like too leafy bud phenotype, the only plus, i hope she will be choped this year. Day 67. Morning, girls still not thursty, they drink pure ph water slowest from all mixes. Defoliated girl prays like nothing happend, she should make long colas ;) just in february i quess ;))) Way too long run with autos, i was hoping to flush by now ... Wont make it with two waterings this week. Its a first week for them without nute boost. Will reduce a bit amount, was feeding almost 2 liters per pot, thinking to go back to 1.5-1.7 area and stop giving silica and cal mag mix. So feed will be in 3 steps from now 1. Heavy feed 2. Ph Water 3. Molasses and calmag mix Day 67. Late Eve. They are finally light, maybe i will make feeding on tuesday, right at the end of week, today calmag and molasses mix. Raised 3 pots, girls should love more light, now have more even canopy. Everytime i say thats it , but after pot raise i dont see what can i do more with them... Toped tangie looks having some bleaching on top cola, raised lights half inch ;)) Day 70. Heavy feed day. They look happy and fatten a bit. End of week Next run if i ever do autos i will check #FastBuds beans, from all diaries this house make it super fast.

Germinating 14 seeds and I think I killed some because of very high humidity over 4 days in the dome. One little guy/girl has double cotyledons on both sites and one has it on one side. Start 07.03.2023

I hung all the branches upside down in the closet. Thanks to the help of an air conditioner I keep the temperature at 23C and the humidity at 50%. When after a bending the branches will break (prematurely bend) then the drying will be complete and the tanning phase will begin. Initially I had problems with Ca and Mg deficiency, in fact the plant has grown less than the other, but I am still satisfied with the result. I usually don't weight buds when they are wet because it's just a waste of time. When they are dry I will update the diary with the precise weight. PS the same day I harvested my country rejected the decriminalization of cultivation of weed (referendum of popular origin). I want to say to my politicians: You will never stop me from doing what I love most. that said, see you soon for the upcoming updates😈