Very nice place-award for the recreational place least resembling a probation office, free clinic, etc. Just a couple of friendly guys in front of a safe full of marijuana.
Stuff was pretty good. Not the absolute best, though the Durban Poison was pretty sweet. Lots of stuff came in pill bottles with really lame-yet-slick labels and underwhelming contents. The ski/skate shop atmosphere went a really long way. It was an oasis amid the other vaguely shaming dispensaries and the intolerable bourginess of Telluride.
I'm also a fan of the guy who lives next door to this strip of shops and galleries, who resists the urge to sell his modest mountain house for a mint or chain up his dog, who would so like to bite.