Oh, hello to you at last, brazers and sisters, growers and breeders, lovers and haters, as well as the usual hapaholics and all those who are with them (or us?)! What a lot of us Jah lovers we all are! My name is Errorsiditch. And for my friends, it's Mr. Errorssidych. Today I'm going to tell you all an interesting tale about one very funny company. And it won't be a boring read in the spirit of "War and Peace" or the story of "product number 2" from the factory "Krasny Rzinshchik". А кое-что покрепче. Врубаетесь? No? Don't know what's going on?! Grab your testicles in your fist (or whatever you have instead), grab some tissues and soap, because we're going to start from the time when my ancestors didn't even get into the ground yet.
It was the beginning of the second millennium. A new millennium, a fast and amazing time when a group of fast and amazing guys were introduced to the then very interesting Dutch cannabis seeds. Soon this acquaintance quickly went through its puberty period, and formed into a specific hobby club. Its members were vividly exchanging varietal seeds, hacking and impressing each other with funny stories. Just like the romance of fishing on an ice floe. The one that broke off and drifts along the expanses of the blue sea.
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Years went by. It became boring to just grab. And fresh seeds had to be ordered together with inflatable dolls, mostly from Holland. K - conspiracy, or else ... Yes, and pay up to € 15 per seed, and the parcel to wait, sometimes, for months. S - stability. Although, it did not smell here. And in 2009, an enterprising camrad proposed the creation of a seed bank. Or, no, it almost sounds like a sperm bank. A seed bank, in general, where cannabis seeds would be stored. At first, of course, everyone liked the idea, and even wanted to open a sex shop, because all the toys, erectile rings, anal plugs with fluffy tails, and other junk had to go somewhere. But then the guys let go, and the idea seemed crazy, just like the idea of a seed-bank.. In short, it didn't work out. But our hero had it firmly planted in his mind, and he went, so to speak, into free swimming.
Farther away, it was worse. Since the sea was far away from him, the ship was moving on the asphalt waves of business not very smoothly. But with a spark... From under the bottom. A series of trial and error almost made him give up the idea of business in general. Mistakes and problems followed one after another. One of them were errors in calculations and early winter, which simply buried the unripe seeds. And the cherry on the cake of this fuck-up was the law enforcement agencies that came to visit, like the Tatars, looked at the seeds as garbage (pardon the tautology), but recommended not to do it anymore. This kind of situation can bring down anyone. Then our guy almost went crazy, and in his delirium he was babbling something about constant mistakes and "wrong" seeds. And then it hit him. He quickly realized that the ship had gone sailing without a name, and christened his frigate with the name of Errors Seeds, in honor of all the mistakes that hardened the steel of his balls. It was a turning point because someone from downstairs knocked and shouted "water!"
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Since then, the company has been doing much better, which gave the opportunity to pour seeds like a horn of plenty to all who wanted it, and freebies are known to love every grower. With time Errors Seeds made friends with JahForum and they lived happily ever after... But no way! But friendship eventually overcame all the assholes and, so to speak, the ship had a port, which it sometimes entered and sometimes went into. Later on, all this craziness became a fundamental difference from the rest of the stores in the post-Soviet space. Seeds were sold, laweha was mutated and put into fleet development, capabilities, and bond formation. The lizard's fervor gave Errors Seeds A chance to quickly expand not only your consciousness, but your horizons. Literally. That is, to send products and imports to other cities, and soon to the international market. To say that everyone ended up fucked up is an understatement.
And then there was a lot of hard fucking work, which continues to this day. The captain of the ship set such goals for his crew as: quality, service and speed. As we progressed, sharks and reefs immediately appeared in the sea of business, trying to sink our frigate and eat the crew. However, our assholes withstood, sawed off all the extra reefs with sandpaper dildos, stuffed sharks with gags in their mouths and under their tails, and even managed to succeed in their business. Professionals with experience, what can I say? And how can it be otherwise, when the principle is taken as a basis - the client is always right?! As long as he is alive...
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Today Errors Seeds looks confident, plays in the sun with polished stainless steel, not shiplap wood like before. It actively cooperates with domestic and European hemp farmers, which means it directly produces products with a consumer-friendly price tag. Nah, well, what the fuck? In Georgia, they're talking about ES "heard something" almost everyone who realizes the potential of my fellow hemp seeds. And in general, if we reason more or less soberly, which I can hardly do, the company continues to develop, opening new outlets in new countries, pleasing people with its bold ideas and no less bold actions. The catalog with seeds is constantly replenished, the company's employees work their asses off for the sake of customers, and of course take care of their safety. There's also a strong infrastructure, hidden rich reserves, and a shitload of other stuff like that.
The company's management, meanwhile, is not slumbering, but continues to come up with devious plans to to take over the world the development of growing in the world. "Soon we will plant all countries, and we will be, what is called, in full growth of reasonable light and eternal" - the words of the founder. Obviously, Errors Seeds– Not just a business, but an integral part of the history of many people, which makes the company's work sincere, generous and full of creativity.
Instead of an afterword. I would like to remind you of the biblical commandments, such as: get your neighbor high and don't fuck with him. Remember - good always triumphs over evil, and Jah triumphs over booze..
Mr. Errorsiditch