by lemonjelly l.
I'd heard about it and was adventure walking in the area, so I went looking for it.I smelled it, that sort of hippie incense smell, and yet still strolled right by it and walked confusedly towards the tattoo shop another door down.As luck would have it, the people loitering outside the tattoo shop were threatening enough for me to back. away. slowly. and that's when I got back in the right direction for walking into Dementia.Sterile. Clean and sterile. They're just about smokes and nothing else. No fluff, no feather boas, no reefer t-shirts. I'm totally okay with that. Reefer t-shirts are not funny and they are not clever, imho.A huge cabinet of ROOR products. Now, that's not my bag, baby, but props for having an admirable suite of options. Hookahs looked a little cheap, but came in oooh shiny colors. Accoutrements were well-supplied. Lots of carrying bags and cleaning supplies. I was hoping they'd supply a certain brand of shishah, but no luck. In fact, it was bad luck all round. The guys there were new, stuff had been restocked but not priced, prices were unknown. BUT, they were really nice about it and looked rueful about the whole pricing debacle. I bought a little container of shishah, a new brand to me. I'll try it out.But if glass pipes and water tobacco pipes are your thing, I think Dementia will fit the bill...provided they figure out what the prices are! ;)
