A Quick Stop for a Satchel from the Worlds Highest Pot Shop.

9/4/16

High Country Healing

40 S Main St,
Alma, CO 80420

alma-town-signGrape Ape

Grade: A+++

I have driven by High Country Healing many, many times. Situated between Breckenridge and Fairplay, the city of Alma is roughly six blocks long, so it is easy to pass right through. But Alma has enough interesting things to do there to warrant a quick stop. The main street is bookended by a cool little café and High Country Healing. I finally stopped there last weekend. It was nice.

The budtender was friendly and the small town vibe kept the place quiet inside. The City of Alma also makes the most amazing old-timey looking business certificates. No pink triplicates here; it is on brown paper and has nice little calligraphy flourishes instead of the bold black border that is so common on city and state compliance certificates.

Unfortunately the med selection looked pretty worked through. They only had a couple of indica flavors. The sativa and indica options were too close to popcorn. Things opened up on the Recreational section, however. But that means expensive. Fuckers. (My ego does not like to be a ganja consumer).

The Rec side was much, much better. They had an assortment of both indica and sativa. All of the buds were good sized too. They looked decent and the price didn’t make me walk out, so I got a little bit of this Grape Ape.

The buds are nice and chunky little nuggets of shrubberiness. They are a light lime green color and well coated in crystals. They smell peppery and woodsy.

The smoke is a little strong, but not excessively harsh. These are definitely top shelf shrubs. Their medical selection is probably just as good; I will have to see a selection that is not all bag bottoms on the shelf first.

This shake thing is a trend. I can go on a Monday afternoon or a Friday night and things are kind of low. They still can’t keep the herbs on the shelves. Maybe indoor growing is not the answer. It is time to get outdoor farms online. The sun is an amazing tool for growing plants. Sure, the prices will plummet, but at least we can feed everyone in Omaha and Chicago and Tulsa much easier.

It is behind a head shop as well. It makes sense, especially with all the tourists who come through these places. Why not be a one-stop shop? Besides, at 10,578 ft., Alma is the highest incorporated municipality in the country. It is all about technicalities in the superlative game. Is it really Alma’s fault that they are better served as a sleepy incorporated area than a full-on town? Besides, it is more about the mountains that surround them than the town. There are also three 14ers surrounding Alma and campgrounds galore. The South Platte is close by and so is the mountain sky. Go out and get some this June or July!

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Gorilla Glue Goes Stomping Around the Beautiful Vail Valley (and taking all sorts of trash with it).

5/3/16

New Hope Wellness

210 Edwards Village Blvd
Edwards, CO 81632

Gorilla Glue

The Vail Valley is a nice departure from the wild and crazy rat race of the Front Range. Sure, there are plenty of big rigs and U-Hauls, but those roads are starting to pay dividends from state taxes. They are quick! I have endured an 11 mile rush hour jaunt in Denver that took just as long. Many times. The trip to Vail is much more pleasant.

This area also has a particular air of snootiness to it too. The Kardashians were here recently and they brought an entire entourage with them. From what the locals tell me, the main job of the entourage was to keep a noticeable perimeter and broadcast their West-Egg hosts to everyone around.

Vail reminds me of a place that everyone in West Egg would have gone for vacation. Most roads up the mountain start at a gate. Commoners like me can only see the massive vacation homes from a distance. They jut from the mountainside in various style and shapes. The Buchannans would have definitely had a home there.

The locals, however, could care less. They are in the middle of a jog or a bike ride. For that weekend, the clean mountain air was interrupted by shouts of “Clear the way!” and “Please do not disturb! They are here on vacation!” or “give them privacy!” Daisy would have loved it.

Of course, squeaky clean means no drugs, m’kay. Pink Escalades deliver past the gates to the mountain retreats of the Kardashians and the Buchannons. The rest of us commoners have to get on the interstate and drove to the closest town, Eagle/Vail to buy our Rec.

The locals here even added an additional $5 transaction tax because why not. It is a $5 tax on your purchase, regardless of what you spent. You want to buy a pre-roll for $3? It will cost you $8. There are medical shops in this area, but youhave to go even farther, to Edwards and New Hope Wellness.

The Med shops are not very easy to find in Edwards, either. New Hope Wellness is stashed in the last bay of an industrial area. Etched into the side of the mountain, it is about as far away from the bright red brick retail stores and plazas that are begging for another Starbucks. It would be great if you needed some granite cut for your new bathroom. It’s not so great if you needed a bag of weed.

Once you find the address, you have to go through a head shop to the office in back to get there. Crazy. In another time, my alert level would have been on high. But here, I was intrigued by the situation in front of me. I was doing a legal transaction over a desk in a back office. It was like something out of Miami Vice. But it was legit.

New Hope Wellness had about ten varieties herbs to choose from. They were all stacked in a pyramid on the desk. I am always a sucker for Gorilla Glue, and closed right in on that. It has that Sour D sheen and that Sour D stank that always makes it top rank!

The nugs looked they were fully developed, but they were actually really light and had no density to them. They barely produced any fruit.

Then comes the packaging. New Hope Wellness sells their products prepackaged. I loathe prepackaged for a variety of reasons:

  1. They are knocked about constantly before they get into your hands. Then there is the trip home, and all the potential for potholes creating popcorn buds and piles of shake in the bottom of the jar by the time you get home.
  1. Plastic jars are bad for storing items for human consumption. There are many concerns with BPA leeching into what we consume. BPAs in babies and children are more likely to get breast, testicular, and prostate cancer. The six major baby bottle companies in the US voluntarily removed BPAs from their products. The FDA deauthorized BPA in 2013 (this is also where the FDA authorizes hempseed oil as a coating for food, if you are as geeky as me).

2a.    Plastic jars are made of oil. The cannabis industry is creating a new form of waste that is not exactly healthy. Cannabis packaging will make its way into more regulations as they come to pass in more jurisdictions across the country.

Water is an absolute necessity of humanity. We have prospered in the last 2 million years with out the use of plastic. Since then, 2,500,000 bottles of water are thrown away every hour. A glass and a tap would do just fine.

I would rather bring the same glass jar and refill it. It doesn’t matter what the container is made of, it is the fact that we don’t need to throw everything away. Containers can be used over and over again.

  1. A pre-filled container is a crapshoot. These guys always have a display jar for you to look at. But is that really representative of what the employee in back filled the jars with? Were some containers all popcorn buds and others big buds? What if there were no big buds in the entire bottle? There is nothing worse than seeing one thing and going home with something different.
  1. I like to see what I am buying. I am assured that I am getting good buds when I see the budtender weigh things out. They often give a bit extra too.

Basically, a premeasured bottle reminds me of something that happened to me when I was in high school. My friend wanted herb and the only person who was available at that time (it was Friday night in the mid-90s) was at a party. He seemed sketched about calling the dude, but he did it anyway.

Long story short, he got a bag of oregano. It was a bad scene. Now, every time I see a prefilled container I want to see the person selling it to me smoke it. I do not trust pre-filled containers. Nope, Nope, Nope. I consider it o be part of my PTSD from the drug war.

As for the smoke that was in that pre-filled jar? Well, it is smooth on the throat and crazy stoney. But then again, 7500 ft (2286 m) is high enough on its own, if ya feel me.

One final note:

If I was fortunate enough to have a ganja café, I would give a small discount to customers who did bring in their own containers. I was famous at a coffee shop I worked at for not giving my local customers paper cups. They hated it. But they knew that the environment of the café was much more appealing than the container they were drinking out of. It sickens me to go into a full café that has full to-go cups on every table. Those cups are indicators of the laziness of the barista who is supposed to be at the center of the most grassroots, socially conscious organization on the planet- the café.

 

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It is Really About the Tacos at TrenchTown

9/4/16

Trenchtown

734 Sheridan
Denver, Colorado,
80214

Trenchtown is incredibly easy to find. Just north of the 285 on Sheridan Blvd, it is in one of those ungodly mini malls that dominate this American landscape. You are basically going from 65(ish)-0 in an exit. Then it is back to walking for a brief second. Then it is back to full speed when you get back into traffic. That is only for ¼ mile though, because the construction cones are quick to add a little snarl to your day. The whole positive experience could be erased if there wasn’t that sweet Cotton Candy Romulan in the trunk.

Cotton Candy Romulan

This Cotton Candy Romulon smells so sweet that it should be an air freshener. It looks like it would belongs in a potpourri mixture too. The light green buds are speckled with brown clumps. They are like mini corn: decent sized, but not really large.

This Cotton Candy Romulan smoke is barely noticeable. For an indica, it is amazingly light. It is stoney, too. But it is an indica. A  little taste of a good Indica should be adequate. You need to smoke an entire blunt of the Cotton Candy Romulan to get to the same level. Unfortunately,  I get a headache if I keep smoking it. I found a couple of premature seeds too. That is never good. Maybe it should be relegated to potpourri.

NYCD

Diversity is good, however, and I got other flavors as well. I got some NYCD, A.K.A New York City Diesel, since I raved about it so much the last time I was here.

The NYCD smells much woodsier. The buds are a bit bigger. The smoke is kind of mentholish. Unfortunately, on the other side, there is just nothing. It is like smoking air. And I get a headache. Strike four.

Los Portales

Fortunately, there is this taco shop next door called Los Portales. They make amazing tacos! They get my vote for best taco in Denver, for sure. In fact, it is worth it to go to trenchtown just to have some tacos after. (I am sure they would have Champions League on as well, which is just awesome.)

There is a familiar kind of feeling here. It is comfortable. There is a steady flow of traffic, but not too much for the solo waitress, who deftly shifted lanes between “Espanol” and “English”, “for here” and “to go”, and all of the other responsibilities that come with a busy restaurant. The staff is nice and did I mention the tacos? Those tacos definitely deserve an honorable mention.

Alas, after all that, the real world is back and it is crazy. It is a mess of traffic as the ecosystem hums along with their collective energy shuffling towards a clogged artery. Of course, the construction crew is there to hopefully make the road flow better. But I know better. And I don’t care because my belly is full, and I can handle shuffling along next to this  youngblood in a green Accord who is on the road to Washington to start his dream company, Grow Better.

Native Roots is Growing Clones all over these Mountains.

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861 N Summit Blvd
Frisco, CO

Grade: A

Colorado is a haven for many of us in the great middle of America. This great basin is a massive place. It is bigger than most countries. It has long been a liberal refuge in a conservative mass and a purple dollop in the great red middle of America. It is where ideas of a better tomorrow resonate today. Native Roots reflects the confluence of small business, local, and organic hippie Colorado with big business infrastructure that Capitalism defaults to.

Native Roots certainly knows what their core market is. They have shops all over the mountains. Aspen, Dillon, Steamboat, Frisco, Uintah, Colorado Springs, Morrison, and Longmont all have shops. They did a good job covering Denver too. These mountains are a vast playground for many people, and the Native Roots brand is easily recognized throughout these mountains.

The most striking thing for me is their brand design choice. The font combinations put cliché cannabis descriptions on a silkscreen and draped them on the walls. It reminds me of a soda called OK Cola that did a test run in my hometown when I was a young man. The graphics were really catching, but the drink was only mediocre. Actually, it was weird. It was like they took the bottom of all of their empty soda vats and mixed them together. Fortunately, the herbs that Native Roots grows are much, much better.

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Their storefronts are cavernous and remind me of many of the underground art shows and parties I have been to. These guys could host a fashion show. They seem like they should host a fashion show. They are like a New York designer tennis shoe store inside. Without the DJs.

For all room they have, the space just feels empty. It is a large problem of the industry right now. People can buy herbs, but there is no way for people to enjoy herbs together. Sure, bars are becoming more accommodating for cannabis consumption, but cannabis and alcohol tend to go together like oil and water.

They need art on the walls for sale, food and drinks that the customers can snack on, and general access to the public in a more accommodating way. They want things that stoners want. We live in a world of things that drunks want. Stoners don’t care about the Broncos or Bud Light commercials. They want a fresh fruit smoothie and something to tickle their two other senses.

There has always been a deeply personal connection between the community and herbs. People used to know their herb dealer like they know their barista now. It was a warm feeling. Now it is a lesson in queuing.

The café is coming to the industry. It has to. Experiments like iBake are going nowhere. It sounds good on paper to have a club where people could gather and smoke in public. But they have to pay a monthly fee and there are no perks. There are no barbecues, no summer block parties, nothing that shows that they are a part of the community. Clubs like Skull and Bones and Bohemian Grove have a lot more to offer than a backroom with card tables.

These ganja shops need color to add to their black and white walls. The ganja community does not fit nicely in a storefront, boxed up and bland. The ganja community is Red Rocks and mountain bikes and many other things grand. Café 3.0 is right around the corner. Native Roots is primed to pounce on the opportunity when it happens.

 

 

 

 

Nothing Beats a Little Brown Bag Bud.

3/14/16

brown bag                      L’Eagle

380 Quivas St
Denver, Colorado 80223

LA Confidential, Girl Scout Cookie

A++++

The recent infusion of legal Capitalism into the ganja game exposed many of the concerns that the hippie underground has maintained for generations. The respect for the plant and natural goodness is overshadowed by the brutish business man. You could once get years in prison for having written proof of your ganja sales. Spreadsheets and break even points are now necessary if you are going to survive the  complex bureaucratic process that we have laid the foundations for. Businesses will rise and fall, pushing income projections forever skyward and breaking banks and dreams along the way. It is the delicate balance that a supply and demand bell curve constantly strives to achieve: the highest quality product produced and distributed for the maximum quantity. L’Eagle is a fresh departure from the plastic bucket trends of the current cannabis industry and an attempt at growing quality herbs.

Another indicator that the peace loving hippie would shudder over is the chemically extracted oils that are fishing for the frat boy funds, shatter. Shatter indicates the drive and ingenuity of the Capitalist machine to find the most superlatives that they can put on a billboard. It is only a mater of time before those dancing inflatable men are in front of stores to catch your attention. “110% THC!” and “Get fuct out of your mind!” will be on neon signs and in commercials

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An artisan farm cannot compete with the spreadsheets and complex inventory management systems that corporate structures love so much. When the bottom line is a new TT Turbo, time-consuming things like curing are inefficient and expensive barriers to maximum productivity. The time needed to make great flowers is too much of a cost for most.

At L’Eagle, however, the buds are cured for around 90 days in brown paper bags. It is amazing how much cleaner the nugs are. If this were whiskey, it would be a Macallan 7 year old whiskey.

The buds are all nice, little chunky logs. The terpenes are almost oily and like thick frozen sap throughout the buds. The Purple hue peeked out from behind the bright green Girl Scout Cookie buds.

The LA Confidential buds were also solid little stones. The red hairs really stuck out in these buds. They broke up the bright green buds like the dots broke up Seurat’s painting, A Sunday afternoon in the Island of La Grande Jatte.

sunday afternoon la grande jatte

Both of these strains smell great. The Girl Scout Cookie smelled more peppery and sharp, while the LA Confidential smelled more fresh and like a forest. They both smoked incredibly smooth. Like 90 day brown bag sort of smooth.

The Sweetness of Summer

Ah summer! The sun is high in the sky and the air is thick with trapped moisture. The hippie trains are loaded up and chugging full steam throughout the summer festival season. Just last weekend, Widespread Panic just blasted through town for their annual Red Rocks retreat. For many who were here last weekend, “…the lights from the town are fading with radio. There’s another song playing, and we can hear it in the wind outside”[i]. For others, this could be the end of a six-week slog, and the comforts of home are welcome departures from the bumps and turns of the open road.

This part of the world is all about the road. The stewards of this great land chased the herds across the vast stretches of the grassland prairies. People from the East pushed west in search of promises like gold and fertile farmland. People from the West sailed across the Pacific and drove in the last stakes that finally concluded the route that connected the East to the West.

The minutes tick away. But does it really matter how time is measured? On the road, time takes many forms. It is counting the miles before the next rest stop because Timmy is getting restless or counting the days until you are back on your Beautyrest. It is looking for the next campground exit, where the crew will link up again and drum until the woodpile burned its last log. It is one more encore before exiting the door.

The days never seem to end; yet they are gone too fast. Summer is a block party with a constant shower of balloons, music, food, and organized chaos that embraces the celebration that the community shares. But then the magic hour hits, and it is gone in an instant. The streets are left empty and hollow; yet the buildings and trees still resonate with the energy of the event like ears ringing after a really loud fireworks celebration.

This is just my take on summer, however. Many other versions exist out there that may not be so musical. Music is the tapestry of my memories. Songs remind me of people and points in time that are usually good. Even when I don’t have music in my ears, I hear the drone of the nearby cars or the wail of a foghorn or the symphony of cicadas.

I hope the roads you take this summer are filled with sounds. Here’s to all you Pilgrims of Turtle Island! I hope the world will show you something that makes you stop for a second and take it all in! Will it be first time eating fry bread, or experiencing the crazy winds blow in Death Valley? The road takes many angles and turns, and every one you take is for the right reason, even if you end up in a ditch in South Dakota in the middle of the night.

[i] lyrics from Widespread Panic – Pilgrims Lyrics | MetroLyrics

 

Easy Super Skunkin’ in Washington Park

6/9/15

The Herbal Cure

985 S. Logan St. 80209

White Super Skunk

The Herbal Cure gets the award for best location. It pops from the interstate, because it is the only part of the retaining wall that has any color to it. The wall on their property is covered in graffiti. It is bright, colorful, and joyful. The graffiti art is everywhere in the farm. I call it a farm because the buildings are made of old wood in an old west style. There are two main buildings; the (literal) barn and the store. A streetcar sits toward the front of the property and it is just begging for an espresso machine and some bistro tables.

As for the herbs, well, their aroma didn’t impress. It smells like pot. The buds were nice and big. They are solid, tightly packed, and decked with crystals and red hairs. The smoke is nice and smoothe. It does not burn the throat. It has a nice, sweet taste to it that leads to a comfortable experience. It was more energetic than relaxed. Good stuff.

Buying Buds in the Cheyenne Mountain ‘Burbs

Doctor’s Orders

2106 E Boulder St,
Colorado Springs, CO 80909
cannabis-doctor

Jack Flash

Grade: A

    Getting herbs in Colorado Springs is a refreshing departure from the herb shops in Denver, at least the spot that I went to. It was quiet and there was not much going on inside. In fact, a hand-scribbled note on the door welcomed me to their shop and informed me that a bathroom break was on.

    I waited for a few minutes before a customer walked out, bag in hand. So I thought I should try the door. It was open. Facepalm. The receptionist was also the budtender, so he was pulling double time. He was also incredibly friendly. He seemed to know everyone by name, and the customers really respected his knowledge of the product.

    They had great choices and nice nugs. Jack Flash and Midnite were particularly nuggy (An 1/8 of Midnite was only two buds!). The Jack Flash nugs were a mix of light and dark green buds, with their red hairs in stark contrast to the green. The Jack Flash smelled and tasted pretty mild. There was a peppery taste to it.

    This herb is like drinking cucumber water: refreshing with a subtle aftertaste. It just keeps on rolling like a smooth bassline on a liquid track. It is perfect for a sunny day strollin on a beach cruiser.

Magic Johnson is Trill For Real

2/16/16

Trill

1537 Pearl St

Boulder CO

Magic Johnson

Music is my photo album. Every time i drive by the Chief Hosa exit, I think about the first time I saw Widespread Panic at Red Rocks in 2001 and all of the craziness associated with that weekend. I often have to explain myself because I hear something I really like and will comment on it like it is a flavor of food or some alluring scent. I attach words to beats and use lyrics to figure out riddles. I really, really listen to music. When I saw Magic Johnson on the shelf, I was taken back to the 80’s. I did not have any real attachment to California at that time and really loathed basketball. I could care less about the Showtime Lakers.

In 1989, I was in the 8th grade and at the first secular milestone of my life. High school was coming up and my little group of friends/terrorists was soon to diverge. One day that year, I went over to a friends’ house to do what 13-year-old boys do. I got a bowl cut for the first time. It was a big deal for me because I never let anyone not named “mom” cut my hair before. Trust was a big deal for me. First of all, I was sure that my mom was going to be pissed at me for not asking permission. It is kind of like getting a tattoo of  the word “mom” inside a red heart: it sounded good at the time, but mom definitely did NOT approve. The other big issue was that I didn’t trust people much, and I was sure my friend was going to shave a penis in my head or something stupid like that.

But he didn’t. Instead, he gave me the same haircut as his cool, older brother who was the captain of the high school soccer team. It was also the first time I heard “Mother’s Milk” by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. These skate-punk guys who ran around on stage wearing nothing but sausage-warming socks were a vast departure from the glam-rock that gave us more frills than a medieval French court. And their music was electric.

For me, this herb was more a tribute to their song Magic Johnson than the player that the song immortalized. I could barely pay attention to the budtender because Anthony Keidis was screaming in my head so crazy loud and crazy fast. I just wanted to get a mosh pit going. It didn’t matter what she said, I was buying the Magic Johnson.

Like the Bubba Kush, it was a smooth-hitting smoke. It was also complimentary to the Bubba Kush in many ways. The buds were nice and big and intact. It was a sativa to the Bubba Kush’s indica. The Magic Johnson tasted sweet and flowery. There was a noticeable alertness that I felt with this herb. This Magic Johnson was both stoney and speedy. All-in-all, it is a great way to enjoy a day.

The Good, The bad, and the Buggy

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Some Advantages of the Small-Batch grow and why industrial warehouses are not the best places to grow “medicine”.

There used to be really good cannabis in Omaha, where I grew up. Thus the name Danktown which I have bestowed on it much to the chagrin of the current residents (I don’t know why- they should be proud of their amazing genetics). You may be skeptical, but I have long maintained that Omaha had some of the best cannabis on the planet in the 90’s.

We got amazing stuff from all over, really. We were blessed to have the Cali and Colorado buds coming through town regularly, and British Colombia was making its inroads through the north. Brick weed from Mexico was also an option. You could get a yugo($60/oz), a Toyota($100/oz), a Lexus ($200/oz), or a Ferrari ($350-600/oz); it depended on how much money you were willing to part with.

A lot of people I knew grew cannabis in their houses in Omaha. That is what made it so good. These gardens were only 10-30 plants that grew in a basement. These massive 1600-plant flowering rooms that we have here in Colorado aren’t even in greenhouses, but old industrial warehouses. Greenhouses that are built for commerce and shipping may not be the best conditions for growing any plant, let alone one that is nickel -and -dimed for up to $7700/lb at the cash registers.

MED revenue Chart 2014-2016

The advantages of a basement grow can best be identified by looking at a Walipini. It is a pit that is dug down about 6’ underground with a roof over it to let in the sun. Many of the advantages of the Walipini are also the advantages of a basement in a 2500 sq ft house. These include insulation and energy storage. The earth walls can soak up the warmth of the daytime sun and when the temperature drops, they will radiate that retained heat back into the cooling down room.

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Insulation is another key factor that makes a walipini a great option. The walls can insulate the interior from the elements, providing a more stable environment. The insulation can also reduce heat loss at night. On hot days, the insulation can keep the temperature cool as well. This would be especially important in a place like Omaha, where the temperatures can change by 40° F on some days. These elements make basements ideal growing environments. This is a great option for any local gardener who wants to have a garden of any kind in their back yard. It only takes a little patch of earth and a shovel (and maybe a day away from the gym).

This is in stark contrast to the massive gardens growing in Denver’s industrial district. Thin tin walls and a tin roof separate the garden from the elements. These greenhouses are ill equipped to handle the extreme heat in Denver. Businesses have to invest a lot of money into inadequate and expensive industrial air conditioning units to keep the plants from frying. This air conditioning leads to other problems too.

These tin boxes not only contain the heat from hundreds of thousand-watt lights, but they are baking in the hot Denver sun. Temperatures averaged mid-90’s from the beginning of June until the end of September in 2015. That is a lot of work for air conditioning units. They are constantly running at their peak for a huge energy cost. The bigger cost, however, is maintaining these behemoths. They leak all over everything, they constantly break down, and are a pain in the ass to maintain.

 

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This leads to my next point; the system is complicated by all of the increased moving parts that are required to make it work. all of these little joints in a massive industrial warehouse are perfect hiding spots for  spider mites and mold. A single hermaphrodite could spread pollen throughout the building that will last for generations if it is not all cleaned out.

These big greenhouses are producing more and more seeded flowers because of this breach in sterility. Harvest crews can go to two greenhouses in a day and take their contamination with them. Some greenhouses have potential investors bringing their contaminants with them as well. Then there is the grow staff. It is safe to assume that one or two of them might be growing something at home; this is another point of exposure. This is multiplied when the grower networks with other growers in the community.

These warehouses cannot close down to clean house and get their massive machine rolling again, so these businesses deal with it. They would rather spray, dip finished flowers in alcohol, and make shatter (more on that later) than suspend growing, empty the room, and sterilize everything. In the end they will undoubtedly have mold-resistant strains and plants that need poison for food.

The indoor grows are for the more specialized industry, not a major multi-national commercial endeavor. It is ridiculous to fight with the sun, wind, rain, and earth for growing superiority. But it is the law, so this is what we have to work with. These businesses are incredibly lucky that dabs reached the mainstream, because hash was never traditionally popular in the States. We liked our flower. Shatter propelled hash into the American ganja game and Trap turned “dab” into a household word. Even news anchors and Presidential candidates are taking to the “dab” to reach voters. Yes, my Middle Eastern and Israeli friends, hash is back in the good ol’ US-of-A.

It comes at a cost to us flower smokers, however. All of those factors that used to make an herb world-class are impossible in a room that doesn’t ever get sterilized. The stressed effects of the plants can’t reveal themselves when their flowers are cooked in alcohol. This takes the five senses away from the scrutinizing consumer. Sure, there area ways to discern good shatter from bad shatter. The problem is that you cannot tell whether the plant was fried under the lights, prematurely cut, or poorly maintained.

On top of that, many of my friends from the other side of the atlantic prefer hash to mix with their tobacco. It has been a common practice for centuries. Shisha means “glass” in Persian. It is the tobacco mixture that people smoke in hookahs. I hate to break it to ya, ‘Merica, but shatter is not anything new.

Shatter will be the vehicle that big Tobacco uses to increase their tobacco smoking market. This is, after all, the primary vessel that people in Europe and the Middle East use to smoke their hash.

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The result is that the worst plants get blasted and return to the shelves at prices that are three times higher than their sistren flowers. This current market demands a chemically-altered product. Their natural product is lower quality and seeds are becoming more common. The market does not need to create a better product because they are making a killing off of their current business plan.

Fortunately, this is just a result of a market with neither a ceiling nor  a floor yet. We are still building the scaffolding as well as digging the holes. The time when you can walk into a gas station and get some spliffs is coming sooner than later. Classy cafes may be the next great small-business revolution: the industry only just begun to evolve and find out where cannabis fits in American society moving forward. Like everything, we learn from our mistakes. In the grand scheme of things, this industry is just a baby. She can’t even crawl yet.