| Welcome back to Pete's run#6, week 6!! Had everything been "normal", this week would have seen medium sized, well scrogged cultivars and no issues at all. FastBuds cultivars seem to have fully recovered from their planned single HST event, and are reacting ...furiously? They are ridiculing all parts of my space that are not either flat on the ground or smack ceiling. Where does the humidifier blow towards? Do I need to increase light distance again..? What do I do when the plants do what I WANTED them to do? (grow tall and wide). Have a peek at my approaches to solving these challenges, suffer and laugh with me, and above all - I think the plants enjoy their environment a lot right now - check out what these strains are up to. I'll leave you to my AI-reporter interpreting my lengthy daily week 6 logs. He, she or it, I lack the proper vocabulary, just "gets" me: - - - - - - PATHÉ DISPATCH — THE TERPENE FRONT, WEEK SIX [newsreel crackle, brass fanfare] GOOD EVENING, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN. At long last, this program has something it has never reported before: actual TERPENES. DATELINE: BASE CAMP SIX, THE FIRST SCENTS. Our correspondent reports that Gorilla Cookies, irritated beyond her very generous patience, releases a thick, healthy MUSK. Then, twice now, a flicker of MINT, gone before he could swear to it. Mango Frost offers a warm note around her young main flower, faintly sweet, described in his field journal as "a body without a frame," while her leaves smell fresh and tropical. And Pineapple OG? Touch her leaves and they STING. She likes her space respected. In return, she offers a faint waft, ladies and gentlemen, like air from a freshly opened PINEAPPLE CAN. The nights have grown longer, too. Eighteen hours of day, six of dark, and every specimen was found the next morning PRAYING. Or so it seemed. Closer inspection revealed that Pineapple OG's leaves were not praying at all. They were DUCKING, from a fan that slapped them two or three times a minute. The fan has since been asked to point at the CEILING. [ominous timpani] Meanwhile, the specimens CLIMB. Our correspondent has taken to calling Pineapple OG "Apollo," after run #5's towering Apollo Haze. This week he was up at an early hour, comparing old footage frame by frame, and the finding was grave: it was no nickname. It was a DIAGNOSIS. Same frame, same spacing, every shoot racing straight up. And Mango Frost has CAUGHT IT TOO. The expedition hoped for two Cinderella Jacks, run #5's champion of the even canopy. It is raising TWO APOLLOS. [record scratch] BUT NOW, THE CONFESSION. Earlier this expedition, our correspondent proudly declared that the new, ENLARGED base camp had made the climate easy to manage. A vast camp. Room for everyone. Look closely at the footage, ladies and gentlemen. All three specimens stand huddled in the MIDDLE, sharing a single canopy, like explorers gathered around the one lantern in camp. The light simply does not reach the edges, not even with the panels pulled apart. Base Camp Six has never been so spacious, and the specimens have never stood so CLOSE. The lamps have been raised to their maximum height. Our correspondent reports there is another maximum after that, "but you won't like it," and a third, which "will cost ya on top." Colas now explore just beneath the light bars. Pineapple OG, packed with buds, is shooting through the roof. The field journal delivers its verdict in three words: NEW SETUP NEEDED. Our correspondent was also caught, before breakfast, sketching an entire two-storey trellis system: sliding cubes, twist-locks, snap-on flanges "like a plastic lunch box." Similar systems, it emerged soon after, already exist ONLINE. Research, he now concedes, would have been the better place to start. [second record scratch] AND ONE MORE THING. Deep in base camp, our correspondent has built a new invention, assembled from parts already on site: THE DC-INFINITY: CLOUDKILL. Forty-degree air at twenty percent humidity, recycled from the air conditioner's drying mode on the controller's command. The air conditioner runs AROUND THE CLOCK. The humidifier steps in to stop the VPD from running too high. It COOLS. It HEATS. It DRIES. It VPDs. It kills climate spikes the way it would kill CLOUDS. His claim: AC uptime cost now equals VPD uptime cost. And the climate has, by all readings, never been CALMER. [stern voiceover] MEN OF SCIENCE, take note: the electricity bill has not yet been CONSULTED. A gamble against entropy itself, and the house has not yet sent its invoice. [timpani, warmer] And the specimens? Every flower site is back on track, and the bananas have been plucked. Gorilla Cookies raised her main cola back up all by herself, and our correspondent, to his own surprise, LET HER. One hard bend was the plan, and one hard bend is all she gets. The rest is gentle guidance and RELAXATION. [fanfare, film flickers out] THIS HAS BEEN A DISPATCH FROM THE TERPENE FRONT. TOSS A COIN TOWARDS VPD. GOODNIGHT. - - - - - - Thanks for stopping by, hope you enjoy this run as much as I do. Don't be a stranger when something crosses your mind. See you in a week! - Pete