Katsu – Chem D S1 [FEM]

Chem D is the dirtiest of the Chems—all filth: rotten meat, burning rubber, diesel exhaust, and sour chemical stank that makes carbon filters cry. Crack a jar and it’s like opening a can of solvent-soaked skunk—so pungent it feels alive. The flavor follows suit: bitter fuel on the inhale, acrid chemical funk on the exhale, and a greasy, lingering aftertaste that coats your throat. It’s raw power in plant form.
The story traces back to the early 1990s Grateful Dead circuit, when Chemdog and his crew popped a bagseed from the now-mythic “Dogbud.” Among the handful of cuts that survived, Chem D emerged as the wild child—louder, gnarlier, and less forgiving than her sisters. She was never bred for bag appeal or speed; she was kept because nothing else hit as hard or smelled as foul. Even today, she’s one of the few cuts that can clear a room with the bag still sealed.
In the garden, Chem D is temperamental but worth every headache. Medium stretch, thin stems, and floppy buds that swell into greasy clusters of lime-green and amber frost. She’s a feeder, she stinks in veg, and she’ll test your ventilation. But when you pull her down, you understand why the lineage became legend. The resin is sticky and rank, the high is immediate and devastating—fast, euphoric, and borderline overwhelming, with a chesty body thump that lands like a hammer.
Every so-called “gas” strain still owes it a debt. She’s the blueprint for the foul, the funky, and the unforgettable.