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I might be mistaken but isn't Northern Lights supposed to be good because it doesn't have a strong weed smell? Maybe it's another strain, I can't remember, but there was supposed to be one that's good because it doesn't smell too much.
I don't know about the auto-flowering version, because I've only ever had one of those seeds - and I forgot I'd placed it to soak until it was well beyond too late - but that was my experience with the photoperiodic version. Didn't really smell like much of anything. But my buddy is limited to what he can beg off of friends. Translation: what I have in my "catalog," because he doesn't know anyone else that still grows. And about all I have (in autos) are the DDA, SSDC (I think), a few of
Crop King Seeds' White Widow Auto, one of CKS' Trainwreck Autos, and a couple of seeds from a "mixed Auto-Flowers" pack. He's nearly as poor as I am, more or less, so I cannot envision him ordering seeds.
He's willing to try a couple of photoperiodic plants, but will have to hide those in the woods. He has physical...
limitations, though, which make this a lot more problematic than simply chucking an auto-flowering plant in his micro-sized garden. And growing decent strains outdoors around here, that's a very uncertain thing due to all the usual reasons (choppers, uncertain weather late in the growing season, choppers, growing season is really too short for all but indicas, choppers, hunters, choppers, "cover" foliage will already have faded before the cannabis is ready to harvest, choppers... Oh, yeah - and choppers. But at least odor will be less of an issue, so now I am going through my list to see what has the shortest (claimed) outdoor flowering time.
I asked, "Realistically, when would you want to be able to harvest?" His answer was, "Oh, not too soon, I guess. As long as I can have them out of the ground before September 1st, I shouldn't have too much to worry about." When I managed to stop laughing, I told him I'd do the best I could, but that he'd have to plan for a longer growing period than that. He used to own over a dozen acres of very rural land, abutting a national forest. Now he lives in town and could practically reach out his bathroom window and grab some of the neighbor's toilet paper if he ever ran out whilst sitting on his commode. He also used to be able to use both his hands. I fear he's in for some disappointment, one way or another. But one can always hope, I suppose. . . .