NVTHIS ROYAL SAP PURPLE FLAMETHROWER TRUE BACKSTORY

Nov 2025 by Purple Flamethrower™ ⸻ PROLOGUE — ALL OR NOTHING Cannabis isn’t something I do. It’s something I am. Autistic hyperfocus isn’t a liability — it’s a superpower when you find the right obsession. And I found mine in a plant that grows miracles. This is the story of how one choice — one scam — one warehouse — and one plant named NVThis Royal Sap forged the future of the rest of my life. ⸻ ACT I — THE SCAM THAT SPARKED DESTINY (2022-2023) I’m 21 years old. Warehouse lights in my eyes. Fans blowing stress around. My entire dream fits inside four walls of anxiety. I see Justin Crawn post a shoutout — some guy supposedly sent him seeds. So I think: “If Crawn is shouting him out… he must be legit.” I grab everything I can: • Light dep pounds (value is value) • Vapes • About 12% of a Bitcoin • $1,200 off a credit card I send him the assets. I wait… tracking page refresh after refresh. The box arrives. Tape peels back like skin. Empty. Nothing. Just air where my future was supposed to be. My heart fell through my ribs. Shame hit me first — then panic — then the regret that really hurt: I should have used that Bitcoin to hunt seeds for my brand when I had it. I could’ve built something. Instead I got robbed blind. But then something clicked… Time is my greatest asset. I’m 21. I still have time. So I looked at the fear that tried to stop me and said: Fuck it. I maxed out every credit card I had. All my money that I didn’t have went into seeds. If I was going to lose — I was going to lose swinging at destiny. That moment became the birth of everything. ⸻ ACT II — THE THOUSAND SEED WAR Call it what it was: A war. Over $12,000 poured into 1,000+ seeds dropped at once. Not many typically do that — because they’re not crazy enough or committed enough. My warehouse transformed into a battlefield: • Tents crammed and overfilled • Racks loaded with cups • Pots covering every inch of floor • Fans roaring nonstop • Supplies stacked like fortifications • The air heavy with that raw green smell • Sticky ground from spilled feedings • A maze of life fighting for a place My method was ruthless: 7 seeds in every 7-gallon pot. If a plant couldn’t root into chaos — if it needed comfort to stand — it didn’t deserve to exist in my lineage. Weak ones were removed like loose screws. No mercy. Only standards. But 25 didn’t break. They adapted. They became: 🜂 THE ELITE 25 🜂 Keepers. Survivors. Soldiers. I shipped them to Golden Nugget in Maine so they could live clean. Little did I know they were saving my future. ⸻ ACT III — THE MENTOR & THE METHOD At the time — I didn’t even understand how right I was doing it. But now, learning directly from TheStinkBank — my homie, my mentor in professional hunting — I know the truth: 500+ seeds stressed on purpose to expose every weakness and find only superior plants. Little did I know that I was running a legit professional breeding technique by instinct. Little did I know that being 21 with 7 years growing experience mostly meant one thing: Being a fuck-up. But here’s the wisdom: You can’t be a major success without being a major fuck-up first. Everything truly major begins with chaos. And in that chaos I learned something about me: I wanted unideal conditions because real genetics must survive storms not sunny days. My heart aligned with my mission before I understood either. That insane decision to go all in wasn’t reckless. It was destiny. When stress becomes normal and resilience becomes instinct… that’s when a grower becomes a breeder. ⸻ ACT IV — APHID ARMAGEDDON Then came hell. Ants invaded. They brought aphids with them. And overnight — promise turned into plague. The Sundae XTC phenos in California — the ones that lit my imagination on fire — died before I could even take clones. That kind of heartbreak you don’t forget. But the Elite 25 were already safe in Maine. Destiny was still moving forward. ⸻ ACT V — THE FIRST QUEEN: CHERRY SNOWCONE First shipment back from Maine — no NVThis yet. (told my boys in Maine back when I was buying seeds to snag two Sundae XTC packs too) — That’s where that Sundae XTC pheno popped out from. A few of the Elite 25 came back in that shipment as well — but she was the one that made everyone shut up and stare out of that first shipment. She looked and smoked like a perfect Cherry Snowcone. She became the reason cherry terps hit my heart like nostalgia. Let me make this clear: NVThis has loud, strong, unique flavor — REAL smoke. But Cherry Snowcone is just barely the best pure-taste smoke I’ve ever had. 51% vs 49%. She wasn’t part of the Elite 25. Her strongest sisters died in the aphids. She was a smaller plant back then — the smallest in their Sundae XTC lineup… but the loudest and most fire in the room. (And yeah — we’ll be watching that gene pool closely because of this.) She earned her crown off pure smoke — not a checklist. The next package from Maine… that’s where the one arrived who checks every box — NVThis Royal Sap. ⸻ ACT VI — THE FLAMETHROWER PHOTO Almost a year passes. Grinding. Struggling. Smashing depression down with determination. Then Golden Nugget sends me a picture. I stare… Royal purple — violent and glowing. Orange pistils whipping out like jets of fire. A flamethrower wearing diamonds. My heart spoke before my brain did: “Holy shit.” That was the first moment I had felt the universe tap me on the shoulder and say: “This is the one.” NVThis was on her way home. ⸻ ACT VII — THE SECOND QUEEN: NVTHIS ROYAL SAP Same warehouse. Same arena. Same destiny-charged air. She roots. She grows. Then she erupts. Not purple — ROYAL purple. Alive with electricity under the skin. Resin like melted candy stretching strings when you try to let go. Her terps? • Flintstone vitamin gummy • Cherry • Blue icing • Medicinal clean finish The kind of smell you can feel in the back of your brain. 7 weeks. Heavy stacking. Perfect structure. When spider mites came for everyone else — she stood untouched. She does not react to problems. She ignores problems. Her full name became undeniable: 🜂 NVTHIS ROYAL SAP 🜂 Relentless Genetics — Purple Flamethrower Cut She didn’t survive to be “good.” She was spared to be the future. ⸻ ACT VIII — THE RELIGION OF SHARING Let me say something loud: Weed is meant to be shared. When I was a kid — that’s the religion that made sense: Share the herb. Make sure the best medicine doesn’t die with one person. If you hoard your keepers — one slip one pest one accident and they’re gone forever. If you share them — they become immortal. That’s why I have what I have. That’s why I’ll keep spreading keepers far and wide. Because the plant blessed me — and I will bless others. Keepers Only means keepers for EVERYONE. ⸻ ACT IX — A NEW WAR AWAITS I can’t drop another $12k right now. But I don’t need to. Because this time the foundation is already chosen. The next Thousand Seed War will be: NVThis Royal Sap × The World