187

The TL;DR

Dominion Seed Co. skipped the influencer campaign and gave us 187: a resin-glazed, medium-yielding indica that smells like someone spilled diesel on a dead skunk in a Philly parking lot. Expect 56-67 days of flowering, sturdy branches, and zero Instagram drama—just old-school stank and functional potency.

Effects: Court-Ordered Chill

At 20% THC, 187 isn’t here to melt your frontal lobe—it’s here to place you under gentle house arrest. First wave feels like a weighted blanket for your brain, followed by a body buzz that makes getting off the sofa feel like a parole hearing. Great for folks who want to shut the world up without forgetting their Netflix password.

Flavor & Aroma: Eau de Felony

Crack a bud and your nostrils immediately plea-bargain. Top notes of fuel-soaked rubber and onion rings slam into sweet skunk musk with a hint of citrus zest lingering like a guilty conscience. The smoke is thick, spicy, and retro—basically the olfactory version of a Wu-Tang track.

Growing Notes

187 grows like it’s on probation: fast, obedient, and built for hard labor. Indoors, flip at 2-3 weeks veg and watch it stretch 1.5–2× into a manageable canopy. Outdoors it’s ready by late September—perfect for East Coast growers who need to beat the frost and the nosy neighbors. Mold resistance is solid, trimming is blessedly leafy-light, and the resin rails look ready for a felony-level hash run.

Medical Uses

Doctors won’t write a script for 187, but your aching back will lobby for it. The heavy body sedation tackles chronic pain, insomnia, and that twitchy leg you got from doom-scrolling. Low enough THC to keep paranoia in check, high enough to make your anxiety take the fifth.

Who Should Smoke It

If your idea of a good time is vintage rap tapes, a well-worn couch, and snacks you’ll regret in the morning, 187 is your spirit animal. Not for microdosers, hypebeasts, or anyone who spells ‘weed’ with a Z. Ideal for legacy stoners who remember when bag appeal meant “still has trichomes after the ride home.”