Grower Reviews of Northern Lights
First time I grew Northern Lights, I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. Bought some seeds off a sketchy forum, tossed 'em in some soil under a buzzing blurple light in my buddy’s garage. No tent. No ventilation. Just vibes and a box fan. And still—still—this plant came out like it had something to prove. Short, bushy, smelled like pine and warm socks. Not a diva. Just grew. Like it wanted to live.
Now, I’ve run it maybe six or seven times. Indoors, outdoors, hydro, soil, even tried a half-assed DWC setup that leaked all over my floor. Northern Lights doesn’t care. It adapts. Doesn’t stretch much in flower, which is a godsend if you’ve got a low ceiling or a cheap-ass light that can’t penetrate for shit. The buds? Chunky. Sticky. Smell like a forest after rain, with this weird sweet funk underneath—like a candy bar left in a tackle box.
One grower I know—old dude, been growing since the 80s—swears it’s the easiest strain on Earth. “You could grow it in a goddamn closet with a flashlight,” he told me once, half-joking. But he’s not wrong. It’s forgiving. You mess up the nutes? She shrugs. Forget to pH your water for a week? She still pushes through. Doesn’t herm, doesn’t sulk, just keeps stacking flowers like she’s on a mission.
That said . . . it’s not the flashiest girl at the dance. You’re not gonna get neon purple buds or some wild terp profile that smells like mangoes and gasoline. It’s old-school. Earthy. Calming. The kind of smoke that makes your knees soft and your brain go quiet. Some folks call it boring. I call it reliable. Like a truck that always starts, even in the dead of winter.
Yields? Decent. Not massive, but solid. You train her right—top early, maybe a little LST—and she’ll reward you. I’ve pulled half a pound off a 2x2 tent before, no CO2, just decent airflow and a cheap LED. She’s not greedy, just consistent. And consistency is underrated in this game.
One thing, though: she’s a magnet for spider mites. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s the leaf structure, maybe just bad luck, but I’ve had to fight off infestations more than once. Neem, predatory mites, even tried blasting them with cold water. Northern Lights held on, but it was a battle. Keep your grow clean. Seriously.
Would I recommend it to beginners? Hell yes. It’s like training wheels for growers. Teaches you the basics without punishing every little mistake. And for vets? It’s a nostalgic trip. A reminder of what weed used to be before all the hype strains and 30% THC nonsense. Sometimes you don’t need fireworks. Just a warm glow and a couch that hugs back.
Final thought—if you’re chasing clout, skip it. If you’re chasing peace, grow it. Simple as that.