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Category: Pot in NYC

When They Go Low, New Yorkers Get High

And, POOF!, it’s everywhere. (Or should I say PUFF?)

From those California gals in Grace and Frankie to the millennial stoners of Broad City right here in Gotham, characters on film, both young and old(er) are getting roasted.

Of course here in NYC, pot’s been perfuming these streets since the 1960s, probably even before that, knowing our reputation to “live and let live.” The “head shop” might have been born in San Francisco but it was perfected in the Village, with streets chock-a-block with Bob Marley tee shirts, glass bowls and, now, vape shops, where the bongs look like a cross between a lab experiment and a mid-century modern work of art.

Mary Jane’s moved into the main stream and surely New York City played a part, never really ghosting on cannibis, despite the cocaine-fueled eighties, fitness-crazed nineties, the cocktail culture of the early aughts.

Carrie Bradshaw getting buzzed on Sex and the City.

Medical marijuana was legalized in New York in 2014 when Andrew Cuomo signed the Compassionate Care Act into law. And in his recent State of the State address, the governor promised to do the same for recreational use by the end of the year. Since eleven other states beat us to the punch, you have to ask: Hey, New York, what took ya so long?

The MedMen medical dispensary near Bryant Park will add recreational marijuana to their wares as soon as legally possible, a staffer told me.

Is it because, all along, weed was pretty easy to cop? Just follow your nose or touch up that programmer at work; take a Washington Square stroll or a Craigslist scroll…

A NYC Craigslist ad for pot delivery.

Seriously, I do wonder what will become of all those “420” dealers touting their “professional, high end delivery teams” on Craigslist. High end in deed! One dealer even offers “free gifts” with his referral program. But will the delivery biz dry up when anyone (over 21) can walk into a store for their daily chronic?

Another Craigslist ad. Free gifts!

Even more important, what will happen to “the Guy” on HBO’s High Maintenance? He’s the chill dude cycling ‘round Brooklyn delivering “product” to his regulars—artists, oldsters, shut-ins, party girls—in other words regular ole New Yorkers just trying to score some Gorilla Glue to make it through another stressful day. What’s Guy gonna do when his customers can pick up Cookies and Cream at the corner store? And I don’t mean Oreos.

The Guy delivering product on HBO’s High Maintenance.

New York City has always been able to provide your basic paraphernalia to the average stoner. But gone are the days when your options were limited to bodega Bambu or the same ten bongs from a grumpy hippy in a St Marks smoke shop.

No longer are old timey smoke shops like this the only source for rolling papers and other pot paraphernalia.

Suddenly, it’s chic to be baked! (Even Martha Stewart admits she can roll a J.) And does any place do chic better than New York City?

After that Lobster Roll or grass-fed burger at the Chelsea Market, check out Higher Standards, where you can score a shiny new (and pricey!) accessory for your purple haze.

The bespectacled staff at Higher Standards in the Chelsea Market seem to have taken a page from Apple’s sales manual: There are no dumb questions. They’ll spend an infinite amount of time explaining a $600 vape contraption that looks as though it can double as an espresso machine. There are free samples of fancy shortbread at the counter, although, shucks, they’re not edibles. And every other sentence or so, you’ll be called “love,” as in, “Check out the ergonomic mouthpiece on this rig, love.”

What you won’t hear are the words “pot,” “herb” or “weed.” It’s “material” or possibly “flower” when the sales force explain the finer points of the imbibing arts. Not that they’re fooling anyone. It’s all spelled out, literally, on some of the merch.

A Jonathan Adler cache for your Kush at Higher Standards Is hash making a comeback? Higher Standards seems to think so.

I suspect the average stoner won’t be shopping at Higher Standards, what with their “Higher Prices.” Maybe those with unlimited incomes, are you listening Bill Maher?, will lay down a cool $2,500 for this crazy duck pipe, handblown of course. But I pity the partier who, inevitably, drops it. Bummer, dude!

Cannabis candles? Did somebody order skunk? The mainstreaming of pot culture goes full circle. Somehow I think Julia Child would approve… and bake a mean brownie to boot.

Over on the East side, Village Grannies conjures a vibe somewhere between ascetic lab and Eileen Fisher, a cool white sliver of a place where calmness reigns.

A one-of-a-kind piece at Village Grannies that may help you achieve new heights, say, higher than a… genus giraffa?

Village Grannies has something over the competition: you won’t be ignored by the millennial behind the counter, assaulted by Thrash or given a hard sell on expensive doohickies. The two proprietors-of-a-certain-age created a gallery-like space where the hand-blown bongs get curated like a piece by Dale Chihuly.

But there are also reasonably priced pipes strung up like wind chimes…

…And plush, handmade pillows to rest your stoney head.

The scene’s a little more gangsta than granny down the street at i-vape, where the terminology alone, not to mention miles of product, will have any boomer skimming the urban dictionary. Bubble caps, mini rippers, clubbangers, chillums…anyone?

Channeling the Rasta mon at i-vape. The kind of pipe that begs the question: Am I already fried? No matter how you roll, be it wide, raw or zig zag, i-vape’s got the goods.

With recreational bud just around the corner, might even more New Yorkers emerge from the so-called “green closet”… unafraid to admit… now that it’s legit… their propensity to get lit?

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