I’m a patient in Michigan and not only does this place’s weed burn black since it’s unflushed and filled with chemicals it also doesn’t understand how a MI ID works. They confiscated my friends valid ID & called the cops. Lied about taking the ID to the sheriff. Then said it randomly popped up behind the counter snapped in half. He then proceeded to tape the ID back together and gave it back to my friend. All the while the store rep refused to identify himself even with a first name and initially kicking & locking us out until the sheriff showed up.
I wish they would put a menu online!!!!! It’s 2018 guys. I’m sure it would help sales
Convenient to the lift
The people at the green room are the best--there's one dude (maybe the owner?) who's there most of the time and is incredibly helpful and nice. It's my favorite dispensary/shop I've been to.
Telluride Green Room has everything you ever wanted in a dispensary and more... Old school heads will be delighted by the painted bus tour down memory lane guided by strains like Chemdawg, Sour Diesel and pre '98 Bubba Kush (the Moroccan hashish is amazing as well) Telluride is a very special place and you would expect to find cannabis to compliment the environment, the place to find the most potent and pleasant medicine of this story book town: Telluride Green Room.
Amazing atmosphere and service!
Tangerine and Pineapple was fire! :)))))))))
420 blaze it. Best place to go
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.