The smell is transient. Sometimes I don't even know I'm growing weed.
Other times, it's powdery orange. Remember how the orange blossoms smelled in the orchard I drove by that time when I was a teenager in Arizona and pissed off at being in Arizona and the powdery orange smell of the orange blossoms made me pull over for some situational acceptitude? It's that kind of smell. Touching it is orange zest.
The pistils are really starting to ginger up. Again, the camera phone washes things out. But not to worry. I know she's nowhere near harvest. Nudge-nudge.
Spoiler alert.
Two more sets of AHB cotyledons broke surface in bags of FFOF in the big tent. Don't tell anyone. Too early to see if they'll go the way of the AHxCH.
Other times, it's powdery orange. Remember how the orange blossoms smelled in the orchard I drove by that time when I was a teenager in Arizona and pissed off at being in Arizona and the powdery orange smell of the orange blossoms made me pull over for some situational acceptitude? It's that kind of smell. Touching it is orange zest.
The pistils are really starting to ginger up. Again, the camera phone washes things out. But not to worry. I know she's nowhere near harvest. Nudge-nudge.
Spoiler alert.
Two more sets of AHB cotyledons broke surface in bags of FFOF in the big tent. Don't tell anyone. Too early to see if they'll go the way of the AHxCH.
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