In musical lore Maggie’s Farm is one of Bob Dylan’s most divisive tunes. It represented his change from folk music hero to burgeoning rock genius. The consensus on his new approach was mixed. That is not the case with Maggie’s Farm of the cannabis world.
Maggie’s Farm, based in Colorado Springs is universally well-liked and constantly raising the bar for dispensary operations and cannabis cultivation. Of their six locations the most convenient to my current position was the Fillmore Street outpost. I pulled up Dylan’s 1965 Newport Folk Festival rendition of Maggie’s Farm on my phone and cruised on over. This location is medical only but recreational shoppers can head to the Manitou Springs or either Pueblo location for the same top-notch experience.
The folks over on Maggie’s Farm do it little different than the boys and girls in Denver. To begin, everything grown on the farm is started from seed. No clones are being propagated for Maggie’s bud. This methodology is counter to common commercial practices but has been producing quality cannabis since 2010. To further differentiate Maggie’s Farm from other kids in the sandbox, natural sunlight is the only source of illumination for their plants. The farm is Clean Green certified four years running which mirrors USDA Organic criteria while they grow their crops in all natural soil. They even use spring water to feed the plants opposed to the run of the mill and impure tap water growing the majority of bud in Colorado.
The interior of the Fillmore location is clean and professional. Black leather chairs and modern coffee tables warm the reception area. The wall mounted HD TV playing the Summer Olympics is reminiscent of my family practitioners office. Luckily there are no screaming babies here, just Screamin’ OG’s. The walls held many best of awards from The Colorado Springs Gazette.
Behind the closed doors of the bud room I was exposed to the labor of love on the farm when Gabe started to pop the lids off of the jars filling the display cases. Each selection had been hand trimmed and presented beautifully. I arrived too late to take advantage of the early bird special (15% off the entire order before noon) but made a mental note for the next time I visit Maggie’s Farm.
After a bit of internal back and forth I couldn’t make my mind up between Bubbleberry and Sour Nightmare. I put myself in this type of decision-making dilemma quite regularly and will more often than not choose whichever strain my budtender prefers. Gabe suggested I take a look then at the Alien Bubba Berry we had neglected to look at prior. Blueberry crossed with Alien Bubba put my senses into frenzy. I coughed manically after a large whiff, unprepared for the ferocity that would fill my face.
The strain was new to the shelf and had only been harvested once prior. Gabe hadn’t even had the chance to try this one. I would try it for both of us. Leaving the dispensary with the new release had me clicking my heels like Ron Santo and salivating to burn the Alien Bubba Berry down.
Alien Bubba Berry
Blueberry X Alien Bubba
Maggie’s Farm, 818 E Fillmore St, Colorado Springs, CO 80907.
Consumed out of a glass sherlock pipe, the smoke was smooth, and the fruity herbal taste remained on my palate for several seconds.
A mild onset of effects, I almost didn’t notice the weightlessness creep into my arms and legs. After the third hit, my eyes narrowed and a lazy grin spread across my face. Colors became brighter, a sensory effect that I tend to enjoy. Fifteen minutes later, intense skin tingling sensations covered my body, and I was cool, calm, collected and content. I could have easily floated off to sleep, but the urge was easy enough to resist.
- Netflix marathon
- Sunset stroll
- Museum or planetarium visit
- Theater or comedy show