Hey guys, I’m new here and this will be my first official run. I’d like to tell you a little about myself. I’ve tried growing once before about a year ago and had no idea what I was doing. I was good-intentioned and thought I had things right as they should be. I got into growing because I found a bag seed of 24k Gold from the dispensary and next thing I knew; I was $500 deep into my set up and super passionate about it. I was so excited that I actually germinated the seed by keeping the bag seed in my cheek for two days. Na, I’m just fuckin with you to make sure you’re still with me. Nonetheless, I won’t dwell on the past so I’ll sum it up like this; I sat with her for an hour every single day. My set up included a 36”x36”x 60” tent, 6” carbon filter for exhaust, fabric planter pot 3 gal, gh nutes (I fed Rec doses like an idiot), 1kw Gixxer $70 led, a mix of coco coir and soil. I was so brand new I even threw in some coffee grounds thinking I was really special ya know. She took off. She grew like a wildfire and I topped her, FIMMed her and even lst’d her with a trellis. She was a photo so I spent two months nurturing and training her into a certified monster. I was so proud of myself as a self taught newbie with a bag seed I thought I was to retire amongst myself the God Grower Heavens for sure. And then things changed. And they changed quickly..... to be continued on next post shortly, along with intro to my new set up and adventure beginning today. Attached is a sneak peak of the stealth.....
deep beneath a sea of seemingly normal stacked old furniture and memories, lies a false wall and illusion. Where only the most inquisitive dare to venture further into the abyss. There, behind a certain boxspring lies a trap door. And behind this trap door lies the dungeon of which my women will soon over see. Silently, strongly and patiently they will manifest. Like the Indian in the cupboard, our adventure starts here. - PPF moods
deep beneath a sea of seemingly normal stacked old furniture and memories, lies a false wall and illusion. Where only the most inquisitive dare to venture further into the abyss. There, behind a certain boxspring lies a trap door. And behind this trap door lies the dungeon of which my women will soon over see. Silently, strongly and patiently they will manifest. Like the Indian in the cupboard, our adventure starts here. - PPF moods
