Queen Of The South V2

Royal Lineage (a.k.a. Mom Won’t Return Our Calls)

Breeder won’t cough up the family tree, but we’re guessing there’s some dessert citrus hybrid canoodling with a fuel-soaked OG in the royal chambers. Whatever the parents are, they produced a V2 that’s tighter, frostier, and less drama than the first draft—like when Netflix recasts the lead and suddenly the show’s watchable.

Effects: Tiara & Chill

18% THC means you won’t see God, but you might see His assistant. Expect a giggly head lift followed by a body stone that whispers, “Your Majesty, the throne is actually a bean bag.” Great for streaming, snacking, and forgetting you left the car running in the driveway.

Nose & Taste: Gasoline Mimosa, Anyone?

Crack the jar and get smacked with grapefruit candy and lemon zest, riding shotgun with a skunky diesel backseat driver. Light it up and the smoke turns creamy-tropical, like a piña colada that’s been making out with a mechanic. Room note: your neighbors will either salute you or call hazmat.

Growing: Court Jardener Tips

Medium height, sturdy branches, and a SCROG fetish. She stacks dense, trichome-drenched colas that look dipped in sugar and cry when you prune them. Responds well to topping—think royal haircut—and finishes in about 8-9 weeks of flowering. Hashmakers love her because she bleeds resin like a noble with a paper cut.

Medical Uses (a.k.a. The Queen’s Prescription)

Chronic pain, stress, and the existential dread of adulting all bend the knee. Mood swings get smoothed out, insomnia takes a royal nap, and appetite returns like a loyal subject. Warning: may cause sudden loyalty to whatever’s on Netflix and an uncontrollable urge to order tacos.

Who Should Bow Down

Perfect for indica-curious newbies who don’t want to green-out and for seasoned stoners who need a “functional” evening strain—meaning you can still operate the TV remote. If your idea of a good night is pajamas, munchies, and pretending you’re monarch of the living room, welcome to the court.