Space Queen reviews

It has a Indica feel to it, but the uplifting happy feelings of a Sativa. No couch lock. It really enhances music and I would recommend this to lift your spirits after a crappy day. I think it is best used in the evening even though it doesn't knock you out. Enjoy, would recommend. Cheers!

great fruity taste on first drag and finishes with a smooth endo-flavored after taste I love from top shelf stuff!

I love this strain♡☆The high is euphoria. The scent is like a very light, floral scent. I feel like a queen, a space queen lol. Chilling out, relaxing in ecstasy. My☆favorite strain so far. FYI~ I bought the Artisan brand Space Queen vape cartridge♡.

I love this strain my plan to turn deep purple rooted within 3 to 4 days couldn't stop it from growing. Lost the strain would like to know were could order

This is a very confusing strain. It is heavy on the Sativa spectrum in my opinion. I have purchased this on 2 separate occasions and was not that impressed either time. On the other hand, if you can get it for cheap, its a decent strain to choose. Most places charge way to much for it.

5 very spacey stars. flavour 5/5, a must try for flavour connoisseurs. vaped a bowl of this on a Saturday morning and my head felt like it was floating in outer space while I ate my French toast. The head high is very strong. The batch I tried was cured perfectly, the nugs were very dense and broke up huge in the grinder. The aroma when breaking up the bud is amazing. Definitely will be seeking more of this!

flavour and potency combined in a beautiful package that unveils itself as a sucker uppercut punch that catches you unaware and sends you spiraling into orbit. a must try for AAAA strain connoisseurs.

The only royalty I've ever met was a drag queen lingering outside our local 7-11. The meeting was kind of a let down, because on TV, drag queens are always glamorous and witty and fun and don't look like a cross between Don Rickles and Marty Feldman clad in a tutu and smelling like a Frenchman after a 20 mile forced march. Then I met Space Queen. She came to me like a dream rolled in a 1-gram joint and scented like sweet lemons and new-mown grass. "Smoke me! Smoke me, you BITCH!" she whispered softly in my ear as I torched the roller, inhaled deeply, and almost crumpled down on my ass. My chair and I joined forces against the Peggies in Far Cry 5, until I came to the conclusion I was too shtoned to tell cultists from civilians, plus I kept getting mauled by passing cougars. Giving up on the photo-realistic slaughter, I put on some Midlake instead, took another big ol' toke, and leaned back while the music carried me along to the 'fridge where cold grapes awaited. Y'know how good a cold, green grape is when you're totally baked? Very. Ah man, they are SO good! You can sit there and eat those motherfuckers all night long and then spend the next three days glued to the shitter. But that's what happens when you mess with royalty: you get really stoned and then have the trots for a fortnight. Wisdom, G.