JACKHERERSEEDSBANK

Then there’s the damn memory echoes—the way bits of conversations or ideas from that one high will loop back weeks later, uninvited. Like you unlock a mental hidden file just from smelling something similar or talking to someone intense. It’s subtle. Disorienting. A good trip that boomerangs. More than once, I’ve texted someone totally out of context, thinking we were still mid-convo from three Fridays ago. That kind of psychic breadcrumb trail only comes from the best Jack Herer seeds, grown loud and crafted with freaky care. Not every strain haunts you—in the good way, at least. But Jack? Jack leaves fingerprints.