I wish there was a Penzey's in Seattle.
The place has hundreds of different spices, arranged over a wide, homey-feeling store. Going in gives me happy tingles in my stomach that go up and spread all over. It motivates me to buy whatever I can get my hands on and start cooking. (...that is, if we had a car to get to The Strip. The Port Authority rides totally curb the enthusiasm.)
The peeps are nice, the prices alright, and the selection heavenly.
(And, yes, I love that one of their display cases happens to be on a kitchen-cupboard-over-sink setup.)