Alright, I’m giving five stars here because this dispo actually answers the phone—twice! (That's rare). I’m in Bangor, where dispensaries are everywhere, but for their Acapulco Gold, I’m happily driving the extra miles. Twice, they set aside my stash until I could make the drive. Now listen, don’t buy this stuff. Seriously, it’s terrible because I want it all to myself. Best weed I’ve smoked all summer, no joke. (I secretly hope more people find it so that it becomes available all over) The cherry on top? When I asked for indicas, they hit me with a Granddaddy Purp that has a scent so wild you’d think it was made by an exotic chemist—in the best way possible. This spot is my top choice for old-school strains that get you there without all the “bag appeal” nonsense.