dear apothecary,
Life, One Remedy at a Time.
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Black licorice first, always. Whenever I walk into a general store, the first thing I hunt for is black licorice. Back in colonial apothecaries, they had little twig-like sticks that tasted like licorice when you chewed them. Those were usually licorice root brought over from Europe. But here in America, colonists fell in love with…
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My favorite word is “apothecary.” Weird right?I was in eighth grade when I wandered into my very first apothecary. It sat on Duke of Gloucester Street in Colonial Williamsburg, tucked inside a white house with a small sign out front. By the time I got there, I was sweaty, cranky, and dangerously close to locking…
