Ten people in my neighborhood were growing cannabis on their farms.
Instead of each farmer applying for a business license, we decided to apply as a co-op.
By banding together as a co-op, we can save a lot of money on insurance. We can also save money on clones, because we can purchase them in bulk. The licensing for the co-op was very confusing and I was frustrated. We didn’t really know how to get the appropriate licenses, so I agreed to contact a lawyer in the state capital for help. I contacted several different businesses that are supposed to help marijuana farmers. None of them had time to meet with me, even for thirty minutes. I must have called a hundred different businesses before I finally found a cannabis consulting company that was willing to help. The owner of the company drove to our farm and met with all ten owners of the coop. The guy helped us fill out the paperwork for our licenses and permits. After they were completed and submitted, I had to meet with someone from the state capital. I was designated to be the one spokesperson for the group. I was nervous meeting the guy holding our fate in his hands, but the lawyer from the consulting firm gave me a piece of great advice. He told me to bring a 25 year old bottle of Maclellan to the meeting. I didn’t know it at the time, but that was the official’s preferred and favorite drink. As soon as the guy saw the scotch, it was smooth sailing.