Last week Curtis, the ultimate weed snob, was in town from Boulder. He had just finished skiing and was jamming out at a concert when a joint was passed his way. First, he smelled it, using two fingers to waft a little of the smell into his nose. He asked if it was a pure indica, a pure sativa, or god forbid a hybrid doobie. He asked the person who handed it to him if it was weed grown in soil or hydro? “What kind of ‘noots’ were used in the growing of this plant?” Was it the LGS or was it the buds with the little red hairs, he considered? He inquired about the name and if there was any... Read More

I have not always been too fond of the title budtender, but I always refer to myself as one. I think the person who specializes in all things cannabis, specifically pairing the right strain with the right person ought to have a stronger title. Cannacierge maybe? Budtender feels like an obvious choice, like it was the first suggestion and nobody thought of anything after, but people know exactly what you mean when you say budtender so we will go with it. Weedologist? Ganja Valet? I consider this position to be more of a cannabis pharmacist and less of a bartender. Cannabist? Wait, I think that is... Read More

Marijuana in Colorado just isn’t what it was in Vermont. I mean that in the most wonderful of ways. Cannabis has been a part of my life for over ten years, but when I relocated to Colorado in 2012, my perspective changed. The pot sold in dispensaries is grown by horticulturists who have tailored the cannabis plant, providing classic strains and creating new ones. It’s truly one giant experiment that starts in seed and ends in indulgence. Without trying to sound like a Disney movie, it’s a whole new world! With a new world comes curiosity and even fear. I intend to explore with... Read More