Sounds like California could learn a thing or two from Colorado.

noraleah:

Reporter Tony Dokoupil toured commercial pot warehouses outside of Denver (and apparently got a rather wicked contact high):

So you walk into these warehouses, and at first you don’t see anything because the actual plants are in smaller rooms within rooms, and all you hear is, like, the buzz of electricity. It’s damp. […]

And your eyes just recognize oh my God, summer sunshine. It’s like you want lemonade. And then you see a field of plants waving gently because they’re stirred by fans. And there’ll be classical music playing, or there’ll be hard rock, depending on what the grower says the plant likes. And then you’ll go to another room, and you open the door, and it’ll have, like, a honey-coated light, and you’ll be like oh fall, I want a pumpkin latte, how beautiful.

And then there’ll be workers in there, too, and the workers, they’re like the Keebler Elves of cannabis.They live among the plants, they sleep there. They’re caring for the plants constantly. They’re deeply, devoutly about the plant. And they’re usually shirtless or walking around barefoot, and it’s like you - it’s like Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory except for cannabis. Like they’re these people who are so committed and so interesting. It’s so unlike who you would see at, like, the Coca-Cola factory that it’s just a phenomenon experience. It’s a feast for, you know, all of the senses.