The Harsh Reality of the Cannabis Industry & Why I’m Done Playing Games

 

I’m on the verge of leaving all social media platforms—too many so-called “freebie bros” who never honor their word. They only report back when it benefits them.

I’ve spent over $200 of my personal stash (which I don’t sell, period) on shipping and supplies, and most of these so-called influencers are frauds. They can’t handle what I send—they want sweet, watered-down terps, not real old-school power. They don’t know how to handle CripXmas, Crippy, or Pressure Skunk without overdoing it and then whining that it’s “too strong.”

Hear me now.

Before I got back into growing, I spent hours combing through menus, researching lineage, and trying to find something worth smoking. Even at $250-$300 per ounce, the best I could find was just okay—nothing truly elite. Finding real sativa lines kept getting harder, and everything new I tried—GSC, Gelato, and their crosses—forced me to smoke double the amount per month just to get the same effect.

Every seed I’ve made available? Maybe 1 ounce per month—that’s it. Do you see what I’m getting at?

If what I breed doesn’t make you smoke less, it’s not potent by my standards.

If you need to burn 2 ounces or more per month, that’s weak sauce. The market isn’t offering you true raw power anymore. That’s why I made CripXmas—a blend of pine, sativa sandalwood, and minty funk from Xmas Bud, combined with the crushing potency of Crippy. It’s a creeper, and even I know when to put it down before it takes my breath away.

Did anything I bought in the past make me stop after two blunts? Hell no. Never.

The market isn’t offering real power like I demand for myself.

If you’re on the fence, act while you still can—because once I’m out, prices will double or triple as stock dwindles unless it can be restocked.

Don’t wait. This is the last of the real ones.