The Weed Traveler series by Sharon Letts
Imagine waking up in a colorful and beautifully appointed, mid-century modern themed room, then reaching for your vape pen on the bedside; or enjoying your Volcano on the coffee table like you were at home.
Imagine waking up in a colorful and beautifully appointed, mid-century modern themed room, then reaching for your vape pen on the bedside; or enjoying your Volcano on the coffee table like you were at home.
Thailand opened its first full-time clinic specialising in traditional and alternative cannabis-based medicine on Monday, as part of a move by the government towards developing a medicinal cannabis industry.
In 1975, the year I began smoking weed – was the same year my favorite Aunt Gloria started taking me into Los Angeles – to Melrose Avenue and the Zephyr Theater, a 90-seat playhouse that opened my eyes to the beauty and amazement of avant-garde in the city.
Imagine being on the best campout ever, purposefully cut-off from everything, with like-minded girlfriends all around you, and a dab bar that opens at 7 a.m.
Mexico’s second cannabis cup showcases its emerging cannabis industry
The first weed this writer smoked in 1975 was undoubtedly smuggled up from Tijuana, making its way north to my hometown of Redondo Beach. Thanks to my limbic system, linking scent to memory, I can still taste that flavor from time to time when I partake of Mexico’s weed grown in the valleys of Baja California today.
When the children of the sixties left San Francisco after the Summer of Love ended (1967-1969), many headed north to live sustainably off the land. Called Back to the Landers, they grew their own food and farmed cannabis.