Eggnog OG

The Origin Story

G13 Labs basically asked, "How do we bottle Christmas dinner and make it fight anxiety?" The answer was breeding a classic indica lineup until it smelled like your aunt's boozy eggnog. Since launch, 75% of North American dispensaries adopted it faster than ugly sweaters—proving stoners will literally smoke nostalgia if you wrap it in trichomes.

Effects: Grandma's Lap But Make It Cannabis

Expect full-body sedation that feels like being tucked in by a weighted blanket made of reindeer. The 18% THC won’t launch you to the moon, but it will cancel your gym membership from the couch. Users report a heavy, creamy body melt followed by the sudden realization that standing is optional and snacks are mandatory.

Flavor & Aroma: Liquid Holiday Card

Smells like someone spilled eggnog on a pine tree and then set it on fire—in the best way. Dominant terpenes myrcene and caryophyllene bring creamy nutmeg and clove, while the exhale leaves a sweet-spiced aftertaste that’ll have you debating whether to pack another bowl or just chug the actual drink. Pro tip: don’t do both.

Growing: The Gift That Keeps on Giving

Buds stack like presents under the tree—dense, oversized, and dripping with resin that looks like holiday snow if snow got you high. Expect forest-green nugs streaked with purple tinsel and orange pistil garlands. Resin output is so obscene that concentrate artists start drooling around week 7. Novices can handle it; just don’t name your firstborn after the phenotype.

Medical: Prescription-Strength Coziness

Doctors won’t write this for seasonal depression, but your brain might. Patients report relief from insomnia, chronic pain, and the crushing weight of family group texts. Warning: May cause spontaneous viewing of Hallmark movies and a profound sense that arguing about politics is stupid when there are cookies.

Who It's For

Perfect for anyone whose holiday spirit needs a THC boost, introverts avoiding office parties, or anyone who wants to feel like a kid on Christmas morning except the gift is forgetting your own name. Not for morning use unless your morning involves zero responsibilities and leftover pie.