Citrus That Fights Back

White Widow’s got this citrus kick that doesn’t hit you nice and neat—it creeps up sideways. Smells sharp at first. Like slicing into some mutant lemon that’s been left to stew in pine needles and illegal ideas. Then, bam, sugary orange rinds and tangy zest punched out by something skunky and weirdly earthy. Funky, like someone buried a grapefruit in a bag of old jeans. Not clean citrus. Gritty. A little rude. Makes your nose wrinkle, but then you go back for another whiff.

There’s this moment—just a second—where it goes almost candy-sour, like those powdered orange candies they used to sell at gas stations in the 90s. Not sweet exactly, but sticky and fake and amazing. Then it’s gone. Slides into something greener, bitter maybe, kind of reminds me of crushed stems or chewing the rind straight. Mouthwatering in a wrong kind of way. I love it.

People get delicate talking about terp profiles. Screw that—I’m telling you it hits like citrus lit on fire. Like zest with an edge. Sticky fingers and that weird echo in the back of your throat when you walk past a lemon grove and someone’s smoking out. Not subtle, not polite, not trying to be anything but what it is.

You want to check it out yourself, go poke around here: https://whitewidowseedsbank.com. You might hate it. Or fall hard and never go back. White Widow is weirdly complex mean citrus, not that lemonade stand crap.