Auto Tutankamon

The 30-Second Pyramid Pitch

Pyramid Seeds took their resin-drenched Tutankhamon (itself a cherry-picked AK-47 cut) and hit copy-paste on ruderalis DNA. The result? A 40% indica / 30% sativa / 30% ruderalis Frankenstein that finishes in 75–85 days without sacrificing bag appeal or brain cells. Think of it as the cannabis equivalent of overnight shipping, except Pharaoh actually arrives on time.

Effects: Couch or Cleopatra?

At 14–20% THC, it won’t launch you into orbit, but you’ll definitely miss your stop. The AK-47 backbone serves an initial cerebral jab—creative, chatty, slightly paranoid if your roommate keeps eating your Doritos—before the indica genetics body-slam you into soft furnishings. Functional enough to prep snacks, too relaxed to remember where you left them. Great for binge-watching documentaries about… ancient Egypt. Coincidence? We think not.

Nose & Taste: Skunky Citrus Pine-Sol

Crack a jar and the room instantly smells like a lemon grove that’s been crop-dusted by a skunk wearing a pine-scented air freshener. On the tongue: sweet orange candy chased by peppery spice and a cedar finish that lingers longer than your ex’s apology texts. Caryophyllene brings the pepper, limonene brings the zest, myrcene brings the “please don’t make me stand up” vibes.

Growing: Idiot-Proof Bush on Steroids

Auto Tutankamon laughs at beginners. Plant it, give it light, and in 3–4 weeks it rockets to 110–130 cm—taller than most autos and some teenagers. One chunky central cola dominates like a pharaoh, flanked by obedient side branches. Responds to LST but doesn’t demand it; basically grows itself while you practice your “I meant to do that” face. Expect dense, golf-ball nugs glazed in trichomes that could frost a cake.

Medical: Mummy-Approved Mellow

Patients reach for this mini-monolith to hush chronic pain, anxiety, and insomnia without getting strapped to a rocket. The moderate THC keeps rookies from greening out, while the indica hug melts muscle tension faster than hot desert sand. Bonus: the limonene uplift wards off couch-lock depression, so you can be happily horizontal instead of miserably stuck.

Who Should Cop This Pharaoh?

First-time growers who kill cacti. Micro-growers counting every day of summer. Anyone who wants AK-47’s swagger but can’t wait 120 days. If you’re the impatient stoner who taps the microwave, Auto Tutankamon is your spirit animal—royal, rapid, and ready to rule your stash jar before the next rent check clears.