C4

The Origin Story Nobody Asked For

Bred by Chimera Seeds, C4 is what happens when Shishkaberry and Cotton Candy get drunk at a reggae festival and forget protection. The name is pure marketing warfare—because nothing says "relaxation" like military-grade explosives. Pro tip: don’t confuse the photoperiod version with C4 Auto unless you enjoy 8-week surprises and lower THC pity parties.

Effects: Couch, Meet Face

Expect a slow-motion hug from a purple ghost that tastes like childhood candy. The high starts behind the eyes like a gentle optometrist, then migrates south until your legs file for unemployment. Creativity peaks right before you forget what you were creating. Perfect for binge-watching nature docs while convinced you’re part of the ecosystem.

Flavor & Aroma: Dentist’s Nightmare

Crack a nug and get slapped by berry compote, grape taffy, and vanilla so sweet it should come with a dental warning. The exhale leaves a floral-candy aftertaste that’ll have you licking your lips like a cat that discovered frosting. Room note is "grandma’s candle aisle at Bath & Body Works"—in the best way.

Growing: Purple Paint by Numbers

Medium height, golf-ball nugs, and a fetish for cool nights to flash those Insta-worthy violet hues. She’s forgiving enough for rookies but still rewards the OCD trimmer with dense, trichome-dipped nugs that look like they were rolled in snow and shame. Flowering runs 8-9 weeks indoors; outdoors she’ll finish before your neighbors even notice the smell.

Medical: Emotional Duct Tape

Patients report it’s basically strawberry-flavored Xanax—great for stress, mild aches, and existential dread after reading the news. Won’t obliterate chronic pain, but it’ll wrap it in a gummy bear hug until the ibuprofen kicks in. Also popular among people who need to eat an entire lasagna without remembering they’re lactose intolerant.

Who Should Spark This

Ideal for anyone whose ideal Friday is pants-off, playlist-on, and pizza en-route. Not for sativa purists chasing heart-rate PRs or people who need to remember where they parked. If your spirit animal is a sleepy raccoon in a candy store, welcome home.