BLUEDREAMSEEDSBANK

Sometimes I wonder if Blue Dream survives just because it’s like the Grateful Dead—polarizing, never quite leaving. Familiar as a denim jacket. New kids hate it ’cause it’s “basic” but barely know what they’re smoking. Meanwhile someone’s uncle is growing it in a rogue greenhouse, swearing it’s the original cut, and maybe he’s not lying. Either way, history spins weird. Strains come and go like one-night hookups, but this one’s sticky. You can still get it wrong, of course. You can grow crap and sell it in mylar and call it art. Or. Or you can chase the dream like it actually means something. Means starting at the start. Means—you guessed it—you’ve gotta buy Blue Dream seeds if you want even a shot at cracking the code.