This month, I'm inviting folk singer Norma Tanega over for dinner. I've been listening to her record "Walking My Cat Named Dog" on repeat at the shop and have become entranced with her voice. Norma began her career after having...

Our 2020 Gift Guide is here, and this year we are sharing gifts with our favorite stoners of all time.  We're giving Tai Frazier a set of Holden Mesk stickers, so she can find inspo to draw them on Travis's...

In the summer of 1997, I was 14 years old and not at all interested in the Royal Family, to the point that I didn't really understand the impact of Lady Diana's passing in August of that year.  I'm still...

Back in September, we hosted Ian Shiver, a photographer based in Philadelphia, in the loft above Garden Party. I was able to watch Ian's process as he shot a few things for us, and we also took some time to chat about...

It was 10pm. 

There I was, face mask on with a glass of wine curled in my hand. Desperately trying to avoid a late night doom scroll blackhole (say that three times fast), I hopped over to Garden Party’s website. I’ve been trying to hold retail therapy at bay but if cannabis isn’t essential during this hellfire of a year, I don’t know what is. 

I casually scrolled through the site and all of a sudden, there she was: the unlikely ally that would open me up. Kiskanu, CBD suppositories. I paused for a moment then burst out laughing. No way people are putting CBD up their pussies. No way. It sounded like a Broad City sketch-- no offense. Love you, Abbi and Ilana.

You may be familiar with Great Smokies Hemp pre-rolls or the CBD flower packaged with Danny Reed’s custom artwork from our shop. We have been getting to know Great Smokies and its Founder, Greg McGuffey, this year since bringing on...