Lauren G.
Yelp
People are going to know what's up.
First of all, they are all about that bullshit. They are so boughie there it makes me want to knock their heads together to get somehow smarter than what is natural, just like Moses parted the sea. It would have to take a miracle for this place to ever get a handle on any mid-late 20s and 30 year olds as clients who even come back if it was to become the last dispensary on Earth. Waiting room was for the dead lady who could only breath through a full on oxygen facial covering mask machine leading into her via esophagus. This place says the wait isn't long but if they take long then at least you have this impending doom of a faux-tree cluttered room that looks like one single piece of furniture from every police auction was purchased separately.
And still, they are hella boughie! Can you believe the nerve of their vibe?!? Okay, so let's get down to the nitty gritty. The products are cluttered, on top of each other, likely lost without their knowledge, and improbable to find anything at all, actually. Customer service is non-existent. Maybe I should have logged into ebay and bought a full face oxygen mask and machine first(?). Can I get some GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING assistant here on aisle YZV? No. I am still being my sweet self and waiting patiently, because truth be told, I am a patient individual- always have been and everyone notices it. So for anyone who isn't just like that naturally might end up in a Jack Nicholson and Adam Sandler movie, probably called, Anger Managment II.
This place gives you bad vibes. Like, damn, people die, yo. Or, sober, wow; life is so fragile. Jesus Christ. Who wants to go visit the chill ass dispensary when there is an 11 foot tall security guard both in the waiting room and inside the clinic(?) Yes, you heard me correctly. They have two armed guards. This place is on Ventura, in Sherman Oaks-Studio City. The shop isn't on 18th Street nor Crenshaw. This was such a bad disaster of a business that I couldn't honestly even compare 911 to it. (jk)
Final thoughts are these: They tell you nothing about the weed strains and cannot even suggest what is a Sativa dominant hybrid or what it is. Also, they do not weigh anything in front of you and whatever you smelled or chose, is in the back and pre-packaged in a dangerous ass slice your hand apart while high tuna can. Like can opener type of shit. The weed is bunk and the worst I have ever had.
Okay, WAIT! Stop, stop: I take it back! I called and they have my favorite Sativa spawn of OG Purple and Cookies- CANDYLAND. Two other dispensaries, including Puffy Delivery and MedMen are out of stock, and it'll be gone til November (Wyclef was manning both telephones jk).
This place was actually like, legit the shit. Saw me so fast, Justin was awesome. Bought Green Crack and a Pineapple Express CBD cartridge. I am so high right now and have been allll dayo for yayo (not Yayo, though. For all you squares that means Cocaine.) and that high was the most Indica Sativa I ever did smoke. If I stop writing, I'll probably just go right to sleep.
Anyway, they played cool jellies like "Return of the Mac" and I'm down.