The house is a 1930s Craftsman on the banks of the emerald-green North Fork of the Nehalem River, in the foothills of the Oregon Coast Range, a few miles from the Pacific. It was one of the region’s first homestead sites, a dairy farm for the collective that makes Tillamook cheese. Until two years ago, a quintet of 20-something dudes who worked for the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service rented it, playing foosball in the living room. But on a stormy Sunday in March, the house played host to an entirely different kind of affair.
In the massive kitchen that overlooks the river, a crew arranged trays of Scotch eggs, scones, brownies, bites of frittata and cake, and beet tartare-laden crackers. In the living room, a stream of 29 guests helped themselves to Haiku White Tea from Portland’s Jasmine Pearl Tea Co., pondering whether to spike it with one of two PNW Potions lined neatly along a wooden console table: mysterious tinctures labeled “Medi Mate” and “Plain Jane.” As the guests sat, the staff carried out sets of three-tiered serving trays for each cluster of attendees: one with the snacks they’d prepared in the kitchen, another with three levels of organically grown, freshly ground marijuana. Welcome, said the top-hatted host, to High Tea.