It’s a hot, sunny Thursday afternoon on the hard edge of Queen Street West, and the foot traffic at Eden, a pot dispensary, is brisk.
Retailers along this strip of trendy clothing stores, bars, restaurants, shoe shops, tattoo parlours, hairstylists, comic stores and coffee joints cater to the urban hip, and Eden is no different. lnside, iceberg-blue lights illuminate jewel-case cabinets with the product — glass vials of Hindu Kush, El Hefe, Organic Blue Dream — artfully displayed.
On the aquamarine-blue wall at the front are two white iPads, for customers who need quick access to the Internet to check product information.
The place is spotless, sharp. And the air is heavy with the unmistakeable sweet smell of cannabis.
Behind the counter, two clerks, a man and a woman both in their 20s, both dressed like their customers, are filling orders, taking cash.
The average transaction, those in the business say, is $50. A pre-rolled joint is $12, but Alicia, the manager, says they won’t start selling a lot of those until the evening, when the university crowd and the kids from the suburbs come downtown.