A display case at Canna Provisions A white-haired woman from Pittsfield, Mass., disappeared into a building and soon returned holding a paper bag. Sliding into the passenger seat of her sister s car, she described what she had bought or, more accurately, what a sales associate had
told her she had bought. She said it has everything: It relaxes you, it makes you creative, and it makes you happy. She said it was her favorite. The customer was sold. She did, however, have one complaint. It has a horrible name, she said, peering at the receipt. Sour Diesel? Barbara Sullivan, 78, had just bought weed in Lee, Mass., where I had gone on April 7 to witness this legal exchange of cash for grass and virtually every other cannabis product imaginable. I wanted a sense of what to expect when Vermont launches its own retail market next year.