Medical marijuana dispensary review: Sense of Healing in Denver

Is there a better stretch of road in Denver than Federal? Colfax, maybe. But Federal has the best food, the best people-watching, the best classic cars regularly cruising by -- and it's one of the last thoroughfare in the city whose character developers haven't tried to steal in the last ten years.

Too bad Federal doesn't have the best dispensaries.


Sense of Healing

1005 North Federal Boulevard Denver, CO 80204 303-573-4800

Hours: 11 a.m. to 7 p.m. Monday through Saturday, noon to 5 p.m. Sunday. Raw marijuana price range: $18-$25/eighth-ounce, $120-$165/ounce. Non-members pay about 10 percent more. Other types of medicine: BHO, CO2 oil, kief, hash, edibles, tinctures, lotions, drinks. Online menu? Yes. Handicap-accessible? Yes.

Sense of Healing is in what I guess was formerly a convenience store judging by the Kwik-E-Mart appearance of the place. The shop has the parking lot to itself and I doubt there's ever an issue of finding a space. Inside, the building is sectioned off, with an up-front foyer locked off from the patient waiting room and bud bar in the rear of the shop. My budtender met me at the receptionist window, took my card and told me to head on back.

The shop is in the middle of some construction right now, held up by city permits on the build-out of the in-house hash lab, according to my budtender. Because of that, one half of the patient waiting room is framed off in an aluminum structure, while the pimptastic white leather sofas and American Furniture Warehouse-style generic coffee table in the lounge occupy the other half. Otherwise, the place was remarkably clean if not a little generic -- like some salesman had set up a display of what your basic, average dispensary was like.

The bud room was more of the same, with clean wood-and-glass display counters, two high-end computer systems for patient sales and jars full of herb on display. The bud bar is split into two sides of an L-shape, with special reserve buds, hash, and cheap, likely Chinese glass pipes and oils in the center, indica flowers in jars on the left wing and sativas on the right. Each bud was situated in the case underneath a detailed label that broke down each strain's reported medical properties as well as the lineages. It's a simple, easy approach that should be standard in shops but for some reason is not. The shop also has clones on sale that are kept in a display over near the one of the corners for $15 a pop or $60 for six. They were all small, but I didn't get a good look other than to note some Chernobyl and (I think) Casey Jones on the little white plant stakes next to the sprouts.

The lone jar of reserve buds was full of Girl Scout Cookies. Or, at least a strain that someone told them was Girl Scout Cookies, because it flat-out wasn't GSC. If anything, it looked like fat, orange-haired phenotype of an Island Sweet Skunk or something equally as skunk-fruity. But it didn't have any of the bud structure of true GSC or any of the fake-but-still-solid GSC versions that come from bag seeds and the like. For that alone, it wasn't worth an extra $10 on the eighth. But even if it was GSCm the buds weren't grown to any greater standard of quality than anything else on the shelves. In fact, some of the lower-priced buds seemed more appealing.

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William Breathes
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