WHITEWIDOWSEEDSBANK

And yeah, you could argue there's flashier strains out there now, more color maybe, some rainbow Gelato-Runtz hybrid crossed with God knows what. Doesn’t matter. I keep going back because those trichomes—man—those trichomes sparkle like a goddamn heartbreak. Thick, greasy snowfall you can smell through the jar. Every harvest feels like opening up treasure. You don’t forget something that sharp. So when it’s time to order again, I still scroll past all the trend-chasing gimmicks and type out the same gritty, hopeful search: White Widow seeds online. Because until someone builds a strain nastier, frostier, meaner in the best way—I’m sticking with the avalanche.