This week when I stopped in, the shop was out of a strain of flower in the size I was looking for, and the dablicator I was hoping to grab. This was entirely my fault for forgetting to actually order my order. Abel had to be the one to break it to me. His words lingered in the air like a dense vape cloud at one of those vaping contests. I found myself standing there. Momentarily frozen, Like a deer in headlights. A. Deer in headlights with a dumb grin and nodding head trying to hide the raging dumpster fire of panic beginning to rage within. I say ‘momentarily’ because Abel was like a caffeine-fueled squirrel, darting around with Lizzy to find comparable items. His knowledge was impressive, but it was his sunny disposition and toasty vibes that instantly calmed my nerves. The staff here? They're basically the puppy chow of customer service - Awesome.