Millionaire Owner of Beverly Hills Cannabis Club Supplies the Stars

This is juicy, so what better resource than a British tabloid to fill us in on who is providing what to whom in the glitzy world of Hollywood cannabis consumption?

The Mirror, also known as the “Intelligent Tabloid,” recently told us about the exciting life of Cheryl Shuman, owner of the Beverly Hills Cannabis Club and the special service she provides to the rich and famous.

Such service reportedly have included a 3 a.m. weed call, requesting “all of the sex oils and herbs” she had in order to spice things up for an “A-list actor in the throes of a marathon sex session with five young women.”

Shuman slipped out of her jammies, got dressed and shot across town in her red Ferrari to deliver the supplies.

“He left the front door open for me—I found him lying on his custom-made bed, the size of two king beds, with five naked girls,” Shuman said. “I’ve seen many celebrities naked, I don’t judge.”

Shuman told the Mirror’s Sunday People, “I have more than 200 celebrity clients, virtually every A-List star you can think of” as clients at the Beverly Hills Cannabis Club, which she runs with her daughter Aimee.

What makes her stuff so special?

One of Shuman’s designer strains, ­which is targeted at women and sells for $735 an ounce, comes wrapped in gold foil.

Last week, she sold a $150,000 vape pen, studded with diamonds, rubies and sapphires that was allegedly crafted from a fountain pen once owned by a Russian czar. Don’t choke.

She also has vape pens with pavé diamond settings that go for around $16,000 each.

Shuman, glamorous at 57, says she’s helping stars cope with life in the fast lane.

She does not reveal the names in her little black book, but we can imagine the list is long.

“I can’t name my clients, but they’re household names,” Shuman said. “Marijuana is legal for adult ­recreational use in California, but many stars want to keep their use a secret, and they value my discretion.”

Shuman’s customers are not just sex-crazed A-listers, she’s also providing medical marijuana to folks who need it.

“Many are in their 60s and 70s,” she said. “They start to get aches and pains, battle illness and cancer, or need to improve sexual performance.”

The late Zsa Zsa Gabor and singer Peggy Lee were both allegedly Shuman’s clients.

“I don’t want to be seen as a drug dealer. I’ve worked hard to be an honest businesswoman,” said Shuman, who owns a 68-acre cannabis farm in northern California.

“I even have a ­couple of celebrities coming to me seeking cannabis for their children with autism,” said the madam of marijuana. “But we do extensive testing. You can’t just give a kid a joint.” No shit.

In fact, Shuman started using MMJ herself in 2006, when she was given just months to live after a colon and bladder cancer diagnosis.

“I just wanted to die in peace,” Shuman said. “But a friend told me about certain ­cannabis strains with healing properties. Within a month I was off the IV. After three months, I could eat solid food. I hope to see the day when cannabis is as acceptable as a cup of coffee in the morning.”

Don’t we all.

“I wish more celebrities would take a stand, but they’re scared,” she continued. “I hope to take away the stigma of marijuana—one celebrity at a time.”

Not everyone agrees with Cheryl Schuman’s high-flying approach, although these days, every little bit helps when it comes to garnering support for legalization and maintaining and protecting our hard-earned advances.

One writer on a weed site opined: I don’t think Shuman is wrong, per se. I just think that the cannabis movement could use a little more Carl Sagan and a lot less Paris Hilton.

We need all the help we can get.