Culture

Why Legalizing Social Pot Consumption Led to iBake Pot Club’s Closure

By Toke of the Town on November 22, 2019 Cannabusiness, Culture, Follow that story, Legislation

Colorado’s cannabis community was surprised when iBake Denver, one of the state’s longest-running consumption clubs, announced that it would close at the end of the year because it would not be ready to comply with a new state law that licenses social pot use. Open since 2013, the club started as an Internet radio show hosted by Thurlow “T.L.” Weed, but slowly transformed into a cannabis club under Weed and his wife, LittleTree Oppy, whom he met when she was a weekly caller to his radio show.

Weed and Oppy both fought back tears earlier this month as they announced the impending closure of iBake, which will shut its doors on January 1, 2020. To learn more about iBake’s story, we caught up with the couple behind the club.

Nearing Fifteen Locations Strong, Cheba Hut Has a Home in Colorado

By Toke of the Town on November 21, 2019 Culture

It was all about freedom of speech and a “fuck you” to the haters when Scott Jennings opened the first Cheba Hut in 1998 in Arizona, he says. Over two decades later, his passion for toasted subs hasn’t burnt out, much thanks to his restaurant chain’s home away from home in Colorado.

Since opening his first Colorado outpost in Fort Collins in 2003, Jennings has secured thirteen more Cheba Hut locations statewide, good for the most Cheba Hut franchises in any state. In the last five years alone, Cheba Hut has opened three locations in Denver, with a fourth on the way in Sloan’s Lake, and new locations in Colorado Springs, Longmont, Johnstown and Greeley.

Tony Karas Reminds Us Just How Fun Legal Pot Is

By Toke of the Town on November 19, 2019 Cannabusiness, Culture, Dispensaries, Growing

Colorado’s cannabis history stretches much further back than November 2012, when voters approved legalizing recreational marijuana. The state’s skunky roots were planted decades earlier, when home growers and college students began creating a real Rocky Mountain High. Now, some of their sons and daughters are helping to shape the current commercial market.

Lama Brand Cannabis owner Tony Karas grew up in Evergreen, and, after graduating from Colorado State University nearly twenty years ago, slowly waded into the pot industry with his friends. Today, the avid fisherman and father runs his own cannabis supply company, Lama Brand, growing award-winning strains while still sharing laughs with the people he grew up with.

Why Colorado Tokers Love Papaya Cake

By Toke of the Town on November 15, 2019 Culture, Dispensaries, Growing, Medical

No disrespect to strains from previous decades, but there’s no comparison between the potency of early chronic and today’s sugar-dipped space nuggets. I’m not saying that’s always a good thing — nowadays strains can be too strong for a simple afternoon toke — but we’d be fools not to recognize the evolution of cannabis. That’s like saying LeBron James wouldn’t dominate the NBA in the ’90s. Save those stale takes for the Moose Lodge.

During our recent conversation with hash-maker extraordinaire Kennn Wall, he talked about the need for stronger, sturdier strains for worthwhile cannabis extraction. According to Wall, only 5 to 10 percent of strains on the market today have the quality and quantity of trichomes to make those stiff, terpy rosins and live concentrates that connoisseurs love. Some of his favorite strains that do? Papaya cuts, specifically from Oni Seed Co. So what did I buy during my next trip to the dispensary? Papaya Cake, a mix of Papaya and Wedding Cake, bred from Oni Seeds.

Ask a Stoner: Do Old Edibles Lose Potency?

By Toke of the Town on November 14, 2019 Culture, Say what?

Dear Stoner: How long will edibles stay strong? I found a few lollipops and some chocolates in my coat that are probably almost a year old.
Tracy McGravy

Why Colorado Tokers Love Recon

By Toke of the Town on November 11, 2019 Culture, Dispensaries, Growing, Medical

Growing up in the rural desert gave me lots of opportunities to shoot things. Nothing living, of course, other than my friends. Before discovering fireworks, we lit each other up with paintballs and air-soft BBs without mercy. The welts and burns were temporary, but the memories should last a lifetime.

The baddest mother bleeper in the paintball squad was always the one who scouted the enemy’s defense — or did recon, as a bunch of tweens playing war liked to call it. That job usually involved getting pelted by the other team, and groin shots were always on the table. As a tall kid with a long groin, I thought the concept of recon could fuck right off. Now, as a pothead with road rage and little tolerance for dumb questions, I don’t think Recon’s so bad.