Redrum

The Shining... In Your Bowl

Redrum isn’t a single strain so much as a horror anthology: every grower has their own episode. Most versions share an OG backbone, cherry candy top notes, and enough trichomes to frost a crime scene. THC bounces between 15-25 %, so lightweights might just hear hedge animals rustling, while veterans meet the twins in the hallway.

Effects: From Elevator to Elevated

First 30 minutes: cerebral lift, creative giggles, sudden urge to discuss carpet patterns. After that, the indica freight elevator drops you gently into the basement—body melt, eyelid sandbags, zero desire to chase your kid through a maze. Perfect for when you want to watch a Kubrick marathon and only make it 12 minutes in.

Flavor & Aroma: Berry Pie Filling at a Gas Station

Dominant terps beta-caryophyllene, limonene, and myrcene serve sweet berry up front, pepper-spice in the middle, and a faint diesel tailpipe finish. The smoke smells like someone baked a cherry cobbler inside a 1970s muscle car—nostalgic, confusing, and weirdly delicious.

Growing Notes: Paint the Roses Red

Indoors, Redrum stays medium height, stacks golf-ball nugs, and blushes scarlet under cooler temps. Flower time is 8-9 weeks, resin output is "send samples to the lab or your grinder will clog." Outdoors it likes dry fall weather; humidity makes the buds sulk harder than Jack at a typewriter. Expect burgundy pistils so vivid your neighbors think you’re summoning demons.

Medical: For When You’re Redrum with Rage

Patients grab Redrum for stress assassination, insomnia ambush, and chronic-pain body slams. The caryophyllene brings anti-inflammatory swagger, limonene lifts mood, and myrcene ensures you’re horizontal before the closing credits. Great for PTSD, migraines, or the existential dread of realizing the hotel is closed for winter.

Who Should Smoke It

Night-time tokers, film-buff stoners, and anyone whose day needs to be axed. Novices: start with a baby hit or you’ll be typing "all work and no play" until sunrise. Connoisseurs hunt the cuts that lean cherry over diesel—because nothing says refinement like choosing your murder flavor.