It started with one Alocasia. A single leaf in a plastic nursery pot that looked a bit too smug for something that photosynthesizes for a living. Fast forward a few root rot incidents, accidental spills, and several hundred hours of obsessive research later. This is Pon Addict. Not a brand. Not a business. Just a chaotic personal project run by a grower with a god complex and too much PON in hisbloodstream.
So what is this?
It’s a blog. It’s a journal. It’s a digital shrine to the kind of plant care that lives somewhere between spiritual awakening and full mental breakdown. I grow aroids. Mostly Alocasias. In semi-hydro setups that are way too complicated for their own good. I mix feeds like I’m in a lab. I monitor pH like it’s a life-or-death situation. I talk to my plants more than I talk to people.
This project is the place where I put everything that doesn’t belong on Instagram. All the stuff that’s too long, too nerdy, or too feral to fit into a caption. The chaos logs. The nutrient experiments. The philosophical breakdowns caused by one bad leaf. The lore behind every plant that’s made me cry or scream or both.
Why I made it
Because no one else was talking about this in the way I needed. The plant community is full of helpful advice and aesthetic posts, but not enough raw, ridiculous, emotional obsession. I wanted a place where it’s normal to spend six hours researching the bioavailability of iron chelates and still name your Alocasia like it’s your firstborn.
I needed somewhere to tell the truth. The real truth. The one where a delayed soil delivery kills your Alocasia Puncak and you question the meaning of life. The one where your Gloriosum throws a perfect leaf and suddenly everything feels okay again. The one where you realize you’re not growing plants. You’re growing your entire nervous system back from the dead.
What you’ll find here
- Nutrient logs that read like sacred rituals
- Feed recipes that might actually be sentient
- Stories from the grow room, including both victories and crimes
- Unhinged devotion to variegation, light spectrums, and root porn
- Aroids being dramatic, as they do
- Probably too many feelings
If you’re still reading
You’re already one of us. You don’t need rare plants to be here. You don’t need a grow light setup that could double as a photography studio. You just need to feel something when you see a new root nub pushing through Pon.
This is where we grow. This is where we spiral. This is where we tell the truth about the weird magic of keeping plants alive when everything else feels like a mess.
Welcome to the cult. We have calcium nitrate.
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