Brooklyn Herbalist Has the Cure
(New York Times) — DRAGON’S blood incense, musky and sweet, burns from an altar. The rich smoke wafts across an 18th-century Bible and through shimmering peacock feathers, mingling in midair with hundreds of allies: roasted dandelion root, Irish moss flakes, horny goat weed, astragalus. The result is something of a sensory Olympiad, with colors and textures — orange and red powders, purple and black tonics — competing with scents that are at once bitter, sweet, spicy, earthy. Even with Bob Marley on the stereo, one might be forgiven for confusing Sacred Vibes Apothecary, on Argyle Road in Ditmas Park, Brooklyn, with Harry Potter’s herbal remedies class.