I walked into the headshop with a mix of snooping and trepidation. The walls were lined with shelves and demonstrate cases filled with colorful pipes, bongs, and other smoking accessories. The aura was compressed with the friendly pong of incense, and reggae music played softly in the background. A clubby shop assistant greeted me and asked if I needed help finding anything. I admitted that I was a bit overwhelmed by the selection, and he offered to reveal me some of their best-selling items. As he pulled out a graceful, cutlery vaporizer, he explained how it worked and the benefits of using it once again traditional smoking methods. He also showed me a variety of flavored rolling papers and a grinder with a shameless design. I ended up leaving with a occasional items, appreciation nervous to go absent from my new purchases. The experience had been surprisingly enjoyable, and I was impressed by the expert and on good terms staff. I couldn't be put on ice to report in rear and explore more of what the headshop had to offer.