There are lot of choices in delivery services bringing my weed these days, and they all have different procedures. My favorite, whom I’ve written about before, is Ganja Goddess. Their catch phrase is ‘The Goddess Delivers,’ and in more ways than one, she does. Each and every driver has managed to find their way all the way to my front door (which is complicated) and, perhaps most importantly, their boxes are a plain brown wrapper.

NuggMD is the once monthly subscription box to which I can shop add-on products, but essentially they deliver what they want and when they want; it’s a surprise box at a certain time each month. You can specify what not to send, or state preferences: e.g., I like prerolls. It’s their wholesale pricing and club discount that is appealing, and it better be, because you’re paying for your habit a full 15 days in advance, that’s 2 weeks prior to delivery. And, they are so conspicuous their delivery boxes say “stop looking at my bottom” on the bottom of them. They’ve come to my house at least 6x, but only one driver has managed to find the front door based on my written instructions. (unlike The Goddess!) Inside the box is not only a high production value envelope of 8×10 marketing cards that explain each brand you’re experiencing, (that’s sometimes many, many cards, even if you’ve had that brand before,) but also a bunch of zigzag confetti paper shredded stuffing, all of which goes directly into the circular file, File 13, rubbish, you get the idea.

Sure, of course I’ll recycle. Not the point of this post.

Grassdoor specifies I must approach the driver’s passenger-side window, and after checking my ID, hands me a brightly branded ‘Your cannabis has arrived’ ziplock, presumably that I’m supposed to save for future use. As you can see from my photo, I hack into that child-proof bag with a pair of angry scissors, rendering it forever unusable thereafter. I also carry it to my front door tucked neatly under my arm, so no one can see their announcement as I scramble through our gated communal courtyard and upstairs to my fourth floor condo. (The front door that The Goddess drivers find every time.) Their main appeal is the ASAP delivery menu (within 45 minutes) vs. the scheduled delivery (within 2 weeks).

Your Cannabis has arrived
Discretion is very yesteryear

My mom has a friend who absolutely loves to drink Crown Royal, it’s her drink. When Mom offered to make a quilt from all the purple velvet bags that the bottles come in, her friend was offended. (that she has enough of these small bags to make a quilt…that mom was commenting on it…so much subtext)

What does this have to do with my cannabis packaging and delivery options?

Evidence of my usage mounts quickly. (just like Mom’s friend!) I’d like to be able to flush it away like I do my poo. Don’t panic, it’s organic. Poof! Back to the earth. Is that too much to ask? Let’s remember the recent past: weed used to come in a brown paper lunch sack, a non-ziplock baggie, a cigarette cellophane, whatever was on hand.

Also, not broadcasting to the neighbors with your branded shirts, branded cars, branded boxes; I get that you’re trying to remove stigma. It’s legal in 37 states. But if I’m using medicinally – to soothe my anxiousness, I don’t want it known. If I’m adult-use for whatever reason, I don’t want to share my stash, so let me keep it to myself please.

IMHO, all that (what I assume to be) venture capital money could be deployed paying better wages to those who work in this still very risky industry`; that’d be worth broadcasting.

My 2 cents.