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They’re gone—and not a moment too soon. They blindsided their team, axed everyone without warning, and left both staff and customers in the dust… unless, of course, you were lucky enough to live in Cassopolis. What’s left is a cautionary tale: a company more invested in offloading cannabis that’s been aging in storage longer than some wine collections than in actually serving a community. They proudly paraded the “women-led business” label in interviews while the real owners—two out-of-touch white men who don’t even consume the product—quietly made executive decisions from behind the curtain like a corporate Wizard of Oz. This is what happens when people with no passion for the culture try to exploit it for a quick profit. They asked for input on how to improve things, only to reject every idea like it was a personal insult—then handed out a $100 marketing budget like it was a golden ticket and pointed fingers at everyone else when the business inevitably imploded. It’s the textbook example of performative leadership and delusional entrepreneurship—a perfect storm of ego, incompetence, and exploitation. The quintessential trash-tier American CEO: all title, no talent.