She STINKS in bloom. Not unpleasant exactly—more like fruit gone rogue. Funky sweet, blueberry gas, room-filler twist-your-head aroma. Hang tarp or kiss stealth goodbye. Blue Dream doesn’t rush flowering, so wait it out. First week: pistils shoot up fast, like fireworks. Then she swells, fuzzes, glows. Mid-flower through harvest, trichomes get thick—scan those under a loupe obsessively like you’re scanning for gold. Temps matter now, get them wrong and watch sugar leaves go crispy. If you hit it just right? Colas like soda cans. So much joy. So sticky. I always peek at https://bluedreamseedsbank.com around week seven just to make sure my timing’s not whack.