Medical marijuana dispensary review: RiNo Supply Company in River North
Surprising for the guy who writes Ask a Stoner, I know, but now and then I leave things until the last minute: RSVPs, packing, filling up the car before leaving for the airport, finding my pass on the first powder day of the season, and occasionally going to the medical marijuana dispensary for a review.
Yes, it's my job, but occasionally seeking out the few gems in the sea of warehouse cannabis isn't top on my list.
Such was the case the other day, when I realized I hadn't been to a dispensary to review this week after being out of town all last week. So I stopped by RiNo last minute on my way home from DIA to pick up a bag, and to see how how the shop has changed (or not) over the last two years.
RiNo Supply CompanyTimes must have gotten rougher at RiNo since my last visit. That is to say, I don't recall being asked to lift my shirt by an armed, linebacker-sized security guard in cargo pants just to prove that my skinny ass wasn't packing a handgun in my boxers the last time I stopped by. I asked if there had been some recent trouble and the dude said, "No. It's a security thing, so nobody gets any ideas." Fair enough. I happened to have left my pocket shark-lazer bazooka at home that day, so I was let into the inner sanctum with a serious warning about not reselling the marijuana I purchased.
3100 Blake St.
Denver, CO 80205
Hours: 10:30 a.m. to 6:30 p.m. Monday through Saturday, 10:30 a.m. to 1:30 p.m. Sunday.
Raw marijuana price range: $8-$10/gram $18-$25/eighth-ounce, $125-$180/ounce.
Other types of medicine: Edibles (candies), wax from in-house trim by Mahatma concentrates.
Online menu? Yes, but it is three months out of date as of this writing.
Not much has changed, though the greeter has gotten a lot cuter. And furrier. Mary Jane, a sweet, brown pit-mix-looking pup, was sleeping on the chocolate-colored couch in the waiting room, so I sat down to hang with her and check out the dark, comfortable confines while Security Guy entered me into the shop's system. Some pipes are displayed in a rotating light-up case, magazines are on the table and the center's licenses are stacked on an otherwise empty bookshelf. Meanwhile, classic hip-hop boomed through the stereo. The place is a little dusty, but otherwise fine. It seems it's just underused. Maybe people know what they want when they come in these days and lines just aren't backing up.
And what the people want is cheap, cheap ounces of herb. That's what the shop has specialized in for years now -- being a wholesaler not only to other dispensaries, but also to patients buying in bulk. That's clear as soon as you get to the bud bar, where instead of display jars with nugs to be weighed out on demand, the shop has hung pre-packaged plastic bags on the corkboard wall behind the bud bar. And they aren't pre-weighed small bags, either. Each is filled with exactly an ounce.
If you want less than that, the staffers will crack one open and weigh you out an eighth and leave the rest for the next person too cheap to buy a $120 ounce. Which is fine for the ounce buyers, but a little strange if you're shopping for variety. The shop was down to about six different strains, with all but two pre-packaged into ounce bags. The other two strains -- fresh from the grow -- were being bagged up as I shopped. BHO was done by Mahatma from RiNo's trim, but I've never had much luck with that company's concentrates, so I skipped over the display.
Blue Dream from RiNo Supply Co.
My first pick was the Blue Dream, mostly due to the sizable chunky buds I could see from my position in front of the bud bar. My budtender pulled one of the ounces off the shelf, cracked open the Ziplock and shoved it under my nose, telling me that he just picked up a quarter-ounce of it himself. I could see why: The buds were ripe and had a silver dusting of trichomes throughout despite the initial smell, which seems to have been stuck on 50 percent power. Broken up, they let out more of the calming lavender odors along with a light skunkiness that came through in the first few hits out of a clean bubbler and dry pipes. A little on the dry side, but even so, the buds burned down clean to a white ash with no crackling, popping surprises -- just a calming, soothing buzz perfect for heavy anxiety. All the other buds I cracked open looked as clean as the one I test-smoked, so for $18, I felt like I had spent well this week.
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