I never set out to be a breeder. No, that came later—after years in the trenches, buried up to my neck in soil, sweat, and the electric hum of high-pressure sodium lights. Growing came first. It always had to. Because you can’t breed great cannabis if you don’t know how to grow it. And mediocrity was never on the table.

 

New Jersey, 2007. The air thick with the incense-laced haze of Piff, that elusive, churchy ghost that haunted the East Coast. And Sour Diesel, the uncut fuel, the strain that turned heads and melted minds before anyone knew what a terpene profile was. These weren’t just strains; they were legends. And I chased them like a madman, tearing through clones, seeds, whispers in back rooms, always searching for the real thing.

 

It took over a decade to track down true Piff genetics, but when I did, I knew we had the goods. I ran it, pushed it, dialed it in—and what came out was Violet Haze, my award-winning love letter to my daughter Violet and the high-rise haze of my youth. But hunger is a hell of a thing, and I’m not done. Not even close.

 

Now, the sights are set on gas. That raw, no-apologies, eye-watering Sour breeding project is out, East Bae too, a full-scale assault on the watered-down bullshit that’s crept into the market. Only the strong survive. And when we say strong, we mean it—our selections go through torture tests that would make a Navy SEAL sweat. Stress, abuse, the works. If a plant so much as blinks wrong, it’s cut. The keepers? They get the good life—perfect conditions, no stress, just the freedom to show their full potential.

 

I’m not here to flood the market with hype. We’re here to hunt, grow, and breed the best cannabis possible—flavors that slap you in the face, highs that take you for a ride, and genetics built to last.

 

Follow the madness. @sugarshackextracts on Instagram. Stay tuned, stay lifted, and for the love of all things holy—grow good weed.