3 Tables at the Farmer’s Market
April 14, 2011 § Leave a Comment
Ah yes, the Cannabis Farmer’s Market. Knotty came by my house for a sample of his newest, White Rhino, and we were on our way. Here are 3 tables that caught the eye.
A great co-op that the journal has mentioned before. Last I visited CEG for their tasty and stupefying Caboose, but really fell in love with the uplifting hybrid, #5. A couple of weeks later the owner came by during a photo session with Knottyy, leaving a huge nug (7.2g) of Hawaiian Skunk on his way out. This monster bud was bursting with a tropical bouquet dominated by pineapple. I smoked it daily for an uplifting, top to bottom stone.
Today we took a look at some of their top genetics, G13 and King Kush.
- King Kush
- A beastly nug of G13
My take home? Ken’s GDP, the only varietal to break a 10$ donation on this stellar menu, pictured below. Ken’s Grandaddy Purple (GDP) from Cutting Edge was a great representation of what the strain could do, a decent cure, great handling and wonderful attention to detail in preserving the Grandaddy’s tranquil smoke
An Inside Look at Seattle’s First Cannabis Farmer’s Market
March 7, 2011 § 6 Comments
By the time you read this, the Senate will have moved to regulate the ‘dispensary’ model, Drug Czar Kerlikowskie will have made his underwhelming march on The Seattle Times, and the city will have celebrated its first ever alternative medicine Farmer’s Market. Make no mistake, this is a very exciting time to be involved in medicinal Cannabis.
The Market was held with the blessing of the surrounding community, it was encouraging to see our law enforcement’s attitude reflecting that of the people. The Farmer’s Market provides a safe place for patients to have regular access to a variety of medicine and providers. It looks like Seattle dates will continue being hosted in the centrally located Little Red Bistro’s ‘Moroccan Room’ near Dexter and Denny.
I topped off my morning toke of ‘Jesus‘ with a coffee from Uptown Espresso where I took preliminary notes. Once the mood struck I wandered down to the site of the Farmer’s Market. Patients enter through the front of the restaurant, passing the bar and heading through the back door. The high-ceilinged Moroccan Room housed a good deal of vendors, and a sea of patients.
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