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conor c

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I didn't notice at 1st it's bluch v3 and blockbuster you have.
Have you grown any of them yet?

I've not smoked bluchi v3 yet but it won't be long I've got some flowering.
I harvested blockbuster in my last crop imo it's really good imo cheese fans will like it :eyesmoke:
The v3 only one I tried and it was pretty damn good I never tried the earlier versions of bluchi but I'm sure you will like it the same bud what one was it you tried in the past V2?
 

conor c

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I didn't notice at 1st it's bluch v3 and blockbuster you have.
Have you grown any of them yet?

I've not smoked bluchi v3 yet but it won't be long I've got some flowering.
I harvested blockbuster in my last crop imo it's really good imo cheese fans will like it :eyesmoke:
This is her first cheese strain I think if my memory serves me right so should be a nice suprise
 

curious2garden

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I didn't notice at 1st it's bluch v3 and blockbuster you have.
Have you grown any of them yet?

I've not smoked bluchi v3 yet but it won't be long I've got some flowering.
I harvested blockbuster in my last crop imo it's really good imo cheese fans will like it :eyesmoke:
I bought some Greenhouse Exodus Cheese but the seeds were simply too old. So I asked @conor c about a legit cheese strain and he recommended the Bluchi and Lost Skunk. I'm really looking forward to the Blockbuster that has Exodus Cheese in it. I've never had a cheese strain so this will be my first time :D I'm trying to do a preservation seed run first though then I hope to pop these.
 

Star Dog

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I bought some Greenhouse Exodus Cheese but the seeds were simply too old. So I asked @conor c about a legit cheese strain and he recommended the Bluchi and Lost Skunk. I'm really looking forward to the Blockbuster that has Exodus Cheese in it. I've never had a cheese strain so this will be my first time :D I'm trying to do a preservation seed run first though then I hope to pop these.
You're going to be in for a treat blockbuster and lost skunk are both really good, I'll keep an eye out for you growing those.

Blockbuster tastes and smells like the cheese i remember from years back it's thee cheese I'd been looking for.
 

Laughing Grass

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My cheese are growing into the light. I moved them to a flower tent this morning. Ill be glad not to have to handwater every day.View attachment 5424434

In the dawn’s soft glow, the garden wakes, A canvas of green in morning’s embrace. Yet, amidst the blooms and the leafy sprawl, A weary gardener hears the call.
The hose is coiled, a serpent’s nest, But the bucket’s weight has put me to the test. From row to row, and bed to bed, I trudge with a bucket overhead.
Oh, the watering can, so modest and small, Its metal sheen a gleaming thrall. Yet, with every lift and every pour, My patience wanes, my muscles sore.
The soil is thirsty, cracks and pleads, A parched earth thirsting for liquid deeds. But each drip, each drop, each tiny stream, Feels like a punishment, not a dream.
The light beats down with a fiery glare, As I move like a penitent in the open air. Sweat on my brow, and dirt on my hands, I battle the elements, these arid lands.
The plants, they reach with hopeful eyes, And I, their weary, faithful guide. Yet the task is endless, the chore divine, In the hand-watered blues, my spirits pine.
Oh, for a hose, a wand, a spray, To ease the burden of this endless day. Until then, I’ll slog, I’ll sweat, I’ll bend, In this hand-watered tale that never seems to end.
 

Dboybudz

Well-Known Member
In the dawn’s soft glow, the garden wakes, A canvas of green in morning’s embrace. Yet, amidst the blooms and the leafy sprawl, A weary gardener hears the call.
The hose is coiled, a serpent’s nest, But the bucket’s weight has put me to the test. From row to row, and bed to bed, I trudge with a bucket overhead.
Oh, the watering can, so modest and small, Its metal sheen a gleaming thrall. Yet, with every lift and every pour, My patience wanes, my muscles sore.
The soil is thirsty, cracks and pleads, A parched earth thirsting for liquid deeds. But each drip, each drop, each tiny stream, Feels like a punishment, not a dream.
The light beats down with a fiery glare, As I move like a penitent in the open air. Sweat on my brow, and dirt on my hands, I battle the elements, these arid lands.
The plants, they reach with hopeful eyes, And I, their weary, faithful guide. Yet the task is endless, the chore divine, In the hand-watered blues, my spirits pine.
Oh, for a hose, a wand, a spray, To ease the burden of this endless day. Until then, I’ll slog, I’ll sweat, I’ll bend, In this hand-watered tale that never seems to end.
:clap::-D
 
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