Story Time

After 30 years, my uncle almost pulled the plug, and I had enough.

F*CK MIDDLEMEN

For 30 years, my uncle grew some of the best bud you could find — sticky, dank, and gassy as hell. But middlemen bled him dry. Every deal left him pinched until he was ready to walk away from the craft he’d spent decades perfecting. That pissed me off. So I built this site for him.

We started small — dropping his crops, one tin at a time. That’s where the name comes from: Gas Drops. His flower hit so hard that people kept coming back, and soon other growers we trusted wanted in.

One drop led to another, and then another. That’s how a website turned into a movement — a community of growers who refuse to compromise. We keep the quality tight, the buds gassy, and the middlemen out of the picture.

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UNAPOLAGETIC

We’re not here to please everyone. Gas Drops is unapologetically us — raw, loud, and gassy as hell. If you don’t like it, cool. Shop somewhere else. We aren’t good at faking it, and we don’t plan on learning how.

Think we suck at something? Call us out. Seriously. We’d rather hear the truth than hide behind fake smiles and polished PR lines. We’re growers, not suits — and feedback is part of the grind.

What You Get

At the end of the day, here’s what you actually get: 7-gram tins, nitrogen-sealed with humidity packs, built to keep every session as fresh as the first. Premium flower that slaps every time. Fast, discreet shipping that takes it from our hands to yours without the middleman tax. No fluff. No filler. No bullshit. Just Gas Drops.

The tins weren’t an accident either. One day I was unboxing a brand-new iPhone and realized how much I loved the experience. The textures, the smells, so crisp and fresh right? So I thought, why not bring that same energy to cannabis?

We kept the tins at 7 grams because thats the sweet spot. You finish it before it ever goes stale, then you get to experience the fresh crack over and over again. Every other session feels like day one. Weed isn’t just weed anymore. It’s a ritual.