She has been breeding cannabis since before it had a legal market to be sold into, and she can still tell you, blindfolded, which of her plants came from which mother. At eighty-eight, she is the oldest registered cultivator in the state, and she has no intention of stopping.
“People ask what my secret is,” she says, laughing. “There isn’t one. You pay attention. For sixty years.”
The strain she never sold
In a corner of her greenhouse sits a line she has kept for four decades and never released. It is not her best seller. It is, she says, simply the one she would keep if she could keep only one — and that, in an industry built on scale, is a quietly radical position.
