The NYC Health Department Is Coming for Your CBD Lattes – NYU Local

And they don’t care if that old guy in the Grateful Dead shirt who always talks about the ’60s says it cures cancer.

Cannabidiol, or CBD, is a chemical compound found in cannabis and hemp plants. It’s the second most prevalent active ingredient in marijuana, but is not psychoactive, so it won’t get you high. When the compound was isolated in the first half of the 20th century, high-CBD and low-THC strains of weed became known as the “hippie’s disappointment.” It’s kind of like a drinking a mocktail or puffing on that empty mango Juul pod that your friend insists still has a kick.

But now, CBD is back as the latest health fad to grace your social media feed. It’s basically to urban yuppies as essential oils are to white anti-vax moms who message you about their MLMs on Facebook. So is CBD a miracle cure or just another snake oil pyramid scheme that Aunt Mallory spent your cousin’s college fund on?

Studies have shown CBD to be useful in treating anxiety and epileptic seizures, but there has been little research into its effects as a consumer product. One thing’s for sure though: people love this shit.

But you know who doesn’t love this shit? The perennial party poopers at the NYC Department of Health — they’re cracking down on CBD food products, and have visited and issued embargoes to a number of restaurants that use it as an additive. Their statement on the issue reads:

The Health Department takes seriously its responsibility to protect New Yorkers’ health. Until cannabidiol (CBD) is deemed safe as a food additive, the Department is ordering restaurants not to offer products containing CBD.

Even though hemp was recently reclassified and legalized, the FDA is still keeping CBD locked down. While the federal government doesn’t typically go after states on minor drug issues like marijuana legalization, it appears that state health departments aren’t letting it slide. So if you want to try some edibles that won’t send you into another dimension, you’d better hurry before they’re gone. Or just get brownies from your usual plug and let yourself sink into the carpet, you filthy stoner.


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