It's in downtown W-S, on Marshall above Fifth, I think. It reminds me of my favorite weed, the much underappreciated but always enjoyable dandelion.
They have an actual dandelion, in my beloved ball-o-seeds form, encased in lucite at Shiffman's, the jewelry shop on Stratford next to Lucky 32. And they are really, really reluctant to give me any information about how to acquire one myself.
It's almost become a game of cat-and-mouse. Everytime I go in, I try to see if I can get someone to drop the name of the person who did it. The moment I pick it up from its place on the counter in front of the calculator, the lady writing up the longhand receipt will stiffen. From then on, it's pretty much game on.