On a spring day in 1972, a young Dutch student named Wernard Bruining and a group of his hippie friends opened a marijuana "teahouse" on a scenic street in Amsterdam.
Thirty years later, on a brisk late November day, I strolled a meandering cannabis shop tour route from Amsterdam's central train station to the Pax Party House where the 15th annual High Times Cannabis Cup was being held.
Amsterdam was buzzing with Cup fever. Crowds of Cuppers from around the world, but mostly from America, were thronging the 30 or so Amsterdam shops that participated in the Cup this year.
After saying a brief hello to the fantastic employees and basement grow room at the Cannabis College, which recently re-opened better than ever after a fire, I wors
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