813 Sour Diesel

The Origin Story (Spoiler: It’s Tampa)

Sunshine State Seed Company basically said, "Let’s take the loudest East Coast legend and breed it until it laughs at 90 % humidity." Named after Tampa’s area code—because nothing says terroir like a phone number—this hybrid was engineered for Gulf Coast growers who sweat more than their plants. The result? A diesel that finishes before hurricane season and still reeks like a Chevron bathroom.

Effects: Couch Optional, Conversation Mandatory

Expect a fast-acting cerebral smack that turns your internal monologue into a TED Talk. At lower doses you’re witty, energetic, and convinced your playlist is fire; at higher doses you’re debating lizards on the patio. Limonene and caryophyllene tag-team anxiety while myrcene keeps your limbs from filing a flight plan. Basically, it’s a sativa that remembered to bring snacks.

Flavor & Smell: Gas, Citrus, and Regret

Open the jar and you’ll think someone spilled 91 octane on a lemon pound cake. On the inhale it’s straight diesel; on the exhale you get zesty pine and a peppery kick that sneezes your brain clean. Neighbors will smell it. The dog will judge you. Worth it.

Growing: Built for Swamp Mode

Indoors, she stretches to a manageable 4-6 ft with 7-10 inch internodes—perfect for a scrog net and a dehumidifier set to "Florida." Flowering wraps in 63-70 days; colas stack like traffic cones on I-275. Outdoors, she shrugs off powdery mildew better than most tourists handle sunburn. Expect 450-550 g/m² of frosty spears that could double as windshield ice scrapers.

Medical Uses (Besides Ego Inflation)

Patients reach for 813 to KO stress, depression, and the sudden urge to check work email. The caryophyllene adds anti-inflammatory swagger, while limonene keeps nausea at bay—handy after gas-station sushi. Word of warning: high doses can reboot your ADHD in surround sound.

Who Should Smoke It

Ideal for creatives stuck in cubicles, anglers who want the fish to hear their thoughts, and anyone who’s ever yelled at a Tampa Bay traffic light. Skip it if your plans involve operating forklifts or pretending to be sober at brunch.