Intergalactic Overview
Color Of Space is In House Genetics’ attempt to put the Milky Way in a jar. They crossed whatever alien DNA they found on Area 51’s clearance rack and somehow birthed a 60 % sativa / 40 % indica hybrid that looks like it was rolled in Lisa Frank stickers. The buds are so frosty you’ll need sunglasses indoors, and the color palette ranges from ‘Barney on spring break’ purple to ‘smurf blood’ blue with random red freckles just to flex.
Effects: Houston, We Have Lift-Off
Expect a cerebral launch sequence that starts behind your eyes and ends somewhere near Pluto. You’ll brainstorm 47 business ideas, forget 46 of them, then decide cereal qualifies as dinner. The indica side kicks in later, anchoring you to the sofa like gravity just got a promotion. Perfect for binge-watching space documentaries until you’re convinced your popcorn is a satellite.
Flavor & Aroma: Pine-Sol Meets Fruit Basket
Crack the jar and get smacked with a pine forest that’s been marinated in lemon pledge. Break it up and you’ll find earthy musk, zesty citrus peel, and a whisper of herbal spice—basically the edible version of a spa day for wookies. Smoke it and you’re tasting candied pinecones dipped in orange zest with a finish that lingers longer than your ex’s Instagram stories.
Growing Notes for Earthlings
This diva wants a Mediterranean vacation in your tent—keep temps between 70-80 °F or she’ll throw purple tantrums. She’ll bulk up like a cosmic bodybuilder, stacking dense, resin-dripping colas that could survive re-entry. Yields flirt with 500 g/plant if you treat her right, but look away for five minutes and she’ll hermie just to see if you’re paying attention. Week 8-9 flower; patience is rewarded with trichomes thick enough to grout a bathroom.
Medical Mission Control
Patients report this strain evicts stress faster than a landlord with a vendetta. The limonene lifts mood, myrcene body-slams tension, and caryophyllene tells inflammation to kindly eff off. Great for creative blocks, existential dread, or pretending your back pain is from asteroid mining instead of bad posture. May cause spontaneous astronomy lectures and raids on the snack galaxy.
Who Should Board This Spacecraft
Ideal for seasoned stoners who want their weed to look like a cosmic screensaver and hit like Elon Musk’s ego. Not recommended for first-timers unless you enjoy existential spirals about the size of the universe. Best paired with sci-fi marathons, glow sticks, and a couch you’re emotionally attached to. Bring snacks; Mars doesn’t deliver.
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