Chasing Jack's High Noon  
Jack Herer hits its stride when the world’s tipping toward fall—sun duller, nights longer, plants humming their final bar. Mid-to-late flowering, ready when others are spent. But timing Jack’s harvest? Not so clean-cut. You don't just mark the calendar and snip. Trichomes turn milky, amber specks creeping in like rust—don't blink or you’ll miss the moment. And that...
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