Mark A.
Google
I am convinced the manager Savhanna is not of this world. The moment she asked, ‘What kind of experience are you looking for?’ the lights above seemed to shimmer, a choir of invisible angels sang, and time briefly stood still. Her knowledge of strains was so precise I half expected NASA to consult her for rocket fuel formulas. Every word she spoke felt like it was etched into stone tablets of wisdom. I didn’t just leave with flower—I left with a renewed sense of purpose, inner peace, and possibly a third eye. If Shakespeare had met Savhanna, every play would have been a sonnet in her honor.
I have been to many dispensaries in the USA, Canada, and even Saudi Arabia so I have some wild stories about legendary budtenders (and managers), but Savhanna the manager deserves her own cinematic universe. Imagine Gandalf guiding Frodo, Gordon Ramsay explaining flavor, and Tony Robbins giving life advice—fused into one person behind a counter. When Savhanna described the terpene profile, I swear my ancestors nodded in approval. When she recommended a strain, I felt the universe itself aligning in my favor. Pot smokers only dream of this kind of guidance, but I lived it. Forget 5 stars—this review needs constellations named after Savhanna the manager.
Allah Akbar