Royal Gorilla Automatic

The Royal Lineage (a.k.a. How We Got This Monkey)

Royal Queen Seeds basically duct-taped GG#4 to a time-traveling ruderalis and screamed "evolve!" The result: a 50/50 indica-sativa split that auto-flowers faster than your landlord cashes rent checks. Thanks to its Siberian hitchhiker grandparent, this plant flips to bloom on sheer stubbornness alone—no 12/12 light tantrums required.

Effects: Chill Without the Coma

Expect a smooth, giggly lift that peaks at "I might actually do the dishes" before settling into a mellow shoulder massage for your brain. At 18% THC it won’t send you to the astral plane, but it will make reruns feel cinematic. Perfect for people who want to feel royal without needing a crown made of couch.

Flavor & Aroma: Pine-Sol Meets Jungle Juice

Nose-dive into a musky pine forest that someone spilled tropical punch in. First hit is earthy diesel, chased by a citrusy sweetness that lingers like your ex’s texts. Break open a bud and the room smells like a gorilla just misted itself with lemon cologne—instant air-freshener for grow rooms and teenage bedrooms alike.

Growing: Set It and (Almost) Forget It

From seed to harvest in roughly 8–9 weeks—basically a semester abroad for your plant. Stays squat (60–120 cm) so your closet won’t look like a redwood forest. Yields 325–400 g/m² indoors or 120–170 g/plant outdoors, which translates to "enough to share with friends you actually like." Handles rookie mistakes like overwatering and existential dread.

Medical Uses (a.k.a. Doctor Gorilla’s Feel-Good Prescription)

Great for stress, mild aches, and pretending your inbox doesn’t exist. The balanced high eases anxiety without gluing you to the carpet, while the limonene lifts mood faster than cat videos. Not a heavyweight painkiller, but perfect for turning Monday into a mild inconvenience rather than a war crime.

Who Should Smoke This

Ideal for first-time growers who kill cacti, seasoned tokers who value speed over spectacle, and anyone whose attention span can’t handle photoperiod drama. If you’ve ever Googled "how to grow weed on a windowsill without getting caught," congratulations—you’ve found your spirit animal.