The Medication Station - Newport

This place is amazing! Everyone in there knows what they are taking about! Won't go anywhere else!

Absolutely the best customer service and "vibe". I'm from out of town, visiting. I went in and got a gram each of 3 flowers. A week later I went back. Same kid (wish I could remember his name)... remembered me. Remembered the previous transaction. Remembered that I was a discount vet. You can't find that kind of employee these days! He will be, what we call, a SUCCESSFUL individual.

Chris assisted me this morning with several purchases. He was very helpful, knowledgeable, and extremely pleasant. Excellent experience.

Went to Newport, OR for a long weekend that dovetailed into the end of Spring break, 2021. I had planned to get some flower on the coast, just to see what the offerings were outside of Bend where I live. A local recommended Medication Station the night before so there is where I went. After a short wait, I was warmly invited up to the counter. I told the budtender that I was a Sativa guy. He showed me how to identify which strains on the shelves were Sativa-only, and pulled out a jar of something called "Voyager 1 Littles," with 23.4% THC and .08% CBD. He told me that it was really nice flower and invited me to smell it through my mask. Sativas tend not to be real pungent like Indicas in my experience. Voyager 1 Littles had a nice woody, cedary, resiny scent with maybe a hint of lemon. I gathered that the word "Littles" was added because most of the nuggets were roly-poly small. I asked how one of their other Sativas of similar %s was. He said it was pretty good, but didn't offer to pull it out. After what almost became an awkward silence I said, "But that's the one?" pointing to the jar of Voyager 1 Littles that he held in his hands. He nodded with quiet conviction, "this is the one." I wondered if maybe they had gathered up all of the smallest nuggets from other strains, put them in a vial, and were trying to slough them off on an out-of-towner. But the nuggets all looked basically the same, so maybe not. I said "okay, give me an eighth." Every now and then you come across some really good, powerful bud, and that's exactly what this weed is. It's very pleasant when I take one, lighter, greener hit of it from my water pipe. It's still a little damp so it doesn't burn very hot at first. But the first time I took a big, hot rip of it, I slipped out of my chair and rolled my body on top of my drummer's stool, knees on the ground, head and chest resting on the cushion like a drunk draped over a commode, all the while communing with God over the next half hour to 45 minutes, completely incapacitated. One hit wiped out a daily smoker. My point is, the budtender absolutely did me right. He didn't know me other than that I was just a tourist in town, and he pulled out the champaign immediately. "This is what you want, the good stuff, while we still have some." That is class-A, honest budtending in my opinion. I don't remember his name but I'll say he was a young man, taller than shorter, slender build, and mixed-ish maybe? Kodos, my friend. Thank you very much! I will be back when I'm in Newport next.