Janiya Boyer

I know this one guy, Max, who swears by only growing from clones—says seeds are unpredictable heartbreaks waiting to happen. But even Max keeps a stash of White Widow cannabis seeds in his fridge door like contraband or an inheritance. Just in case. For the real deal. Says no clone ever quite catches that original sparkle. I think there’s something special about the hunt, too—germinating, hoping, waiting to see which plant turns out to be the golden ticket. There's romance in the dirt, in not knowing. Seeds talk back if you listen close.