Bob 87

Overview: The Cultivar That Won’t Shut Up

Purple City Genetics basically built Bob 87 for people who think sativas are extinct unicorns. It’s tall, chatty, and sticky enough to double as flypaper. The breeders won’t spill the parental beans—probably because the parents are still in therapy after birthing this overachiever. Expect boutique-level bag appeal with the kind of resin that makes trichome nerds weep into their macro lenses.

Effects: Caffeine’s Smarter Cousin

Within five minutes you’ll reorganize your sock drawer by color, write three screenplays, and text your ex an apology haiku. Bob 87 delivers a clear-headed, ceiling-less buzz that peaks around 25% THC if the grower didn’t phone it in. Go easy—too much and you’ll be vacuuming the ceiling while explaining NFTs to your dog.

Flavor & Aroma: Christmas Tree Lemonade

Crack a jar and get slapped by pine needles dipped in lemon pledge. On the inhale it’s fresh-cut fir; on the exhale you swear someone slipped a grapefruit peel in there. Terp profile leans hard on pinene and limonene—basically aromatherapy for people who hate calm.

Growing Notes: Stretch Armstrong in Plant Form

Bob 87 grows like it’s training for the NBA: lanky, vertical, and totally unashamed of its height. Flowering runs 9–10 weeks indoors; outdoors it’ll tower until your neighbors think you’re running a Christmas-tree side hustle. Keep the temps dialed or it’ll foxtail like it’s auditioning for a Dr. Seuss book. Yields are respectable if you SCROG like your rent depends on it.

Medical Uses: Productivity in a Nug

Patients reach for Bob 87 to bulldoze fatigue, ADHD fog, and the existential dread of Monday morning. It won’t glue you to the couch, so chronic-pain folks should pair it with something heavier unless they enjoy pacing. Anxiety? Micro-dose unless you want your heartbeat to audition for EDM.

Who Should Smoke This

Perfect for creatives, coders, and anyone whose to-do list is actively plotting their demise. Skip it if your idea of a good time is sinking into the carpet and debating pizza toppings. Basically, if your spirit animal is a Red Bull–drinking squirrel, welcome home.