Apollo 710

Mission Briefing

Riot Seeds pulled an Elon Musk and engineered Apollo 710 for one job: produce so much resin you could wax your floor with it. The name is half 90s nostalgia, half concentrate-culture flex—Apollo for the head-rush, 710 because someone turned “OIL” upside-down in math class. It’s the underground darling whispered about in Discord grow-logs, never in glossy menus, which makes you feel like a narc just for reading this.

Effects: Houston, We Have Lift-Off (Sort Of)

First hit feels like the countdown—brain lights flick on, ideas orbit, you’re pretty sure you can solve string theory. By the third toke, the capsule re-enters Earth’s atmosphere and crash-lands into your sofa. Limbs become ballast, eyelids stage a coup, and the only mission left is finding the remote. Medical users report it erases pain, stress, and any ambition to do laundry.

Flavor & Aroma: Citrus & Petrol Smoothie

Open the jar and you get lemon zest dunked in diesel, like someone spilled 91 octane on a fruit salad. Limonene and terpinolene dominate the bright phenos, while darker nugs lean pepper-caryophyllene, basically OG Kush wearing a fake mustache. In a rig it tastes like key-lime pie rolled in gas receipts; in a joint it’s more orange peel and tire fire—in a good way.

Grow Notes: Choose Your Fighter

You’ll meet two phenos: Stretch Armstrong (tall, speared colas, fox-tails for days) and Squatty Pot (dense soda-can nugs, looks like it skips leg day). Both are resin factories by week 5, but the short one yields hash-maker porn. Feed her like a sugared-up teenager, drop night temps for Instagram-purples, and remember the trim will glue scissors together—keep isopropyl and backup scissors handy.

Medical Uses & Side Effects

Great for pain, insomnia, and existential dread after reading news headlines. Side effects include forgetting what you walked into the kitchen for and discovering your phone in the fridge. Novices may experience a sudden PhD in conspiracy theories followed by a mandatory nap.

Who Should Board This Flight

Extract nerds chasing 6-star hash, legacy growers who brag about "untamed genetics," and anyone whose evening plans rhyme with "none of your business." Skip if you have a to-do list longer than a CVS receipt or if operating heavy machinery is literally your job.