In the late 60’ to the late 70’s we had an amazing proliferation of “head shops” around PDX. And they were always an interesting adventure to say the least (Music Millennium was one of the best). They usually seemed to be in old dark buildings that smelled of mold/mildew/patchouli and incense of various kinds. The person running the place was always some stoned out hippie or earth mother/warrior goddess and the music usually some stony, cutting edge psychedelic rock the head shop folks always seemed to be aware of before anyone else. And the collection of paraphernalia was almost always amazing, including a lot of stuff you just don’t see anymore. Today’s dispensaries are wonderful (and they get to sell the weed that head shops couldn’t) but they are just so more “clinical” and sterile. The “ambiance” just isn’t what it was with the head shops of old. But then, that’s probably a good thing........though it’s essentially putting a tuxedo on a pig.