About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. In the early hours of every full moon, a regular would arrive with a mysterious package. The staff at Lotus Flower Om Apothecary knew better than to ask questions when he whispered into the microphone on their intercom: ‘It’s for the special blend.’ One night, a neighbor knocked on the door and asked if they sold moonlight lotions. The staff smiled and said, 'Only on special occasions.' Turns out, it was just his reflection from the window.
2. Late one autumn night, a delivery driver pulled up to Lotus Flower Om Apothecary and stopped short. The air was heavy with an unfamiliar scent—a heady mix of lavender, incense, and something sweetly mysterious. As he opened the door, a soft humming filled the night, seeming to come from within. Curious, he peered inside and saw only darkness. Then, from behind the counter, emerged a tiny old lady wearing a sari and holding a glowing candle. ‘Welcome,’ she said softly in a language he didn’t understand. She nodded towards a sign that read, “Open for Mystical Services.” The delivery driver left, never telling anyone what he’d seen—or smelled—for years to come.
3. Late one autumn night, a delivery driver pulled up to Lotus Flower Om Apothecary and noticed something odd: a small dog, its fur standing on end, sniffing curiously around the front door. As he approached, the dog suddenly darted inside, disappearing through an open door. Curious, the driver followed, only to find himself in a cozy room filled with fragrant herbs and candles. A kind voice called out from behind the counter: 'Welcome, friend! Just what you needed—some soothing tea for that anxious little pup.' The delivery driver laughed, realizing it was just another late-night adventure at Lotus Flower.
4. Late one autumn night, a delivery driver pulled up to Lotus Flower Om Apothecary and noticed an unusual sign on the door: ‘Close your eyes and enter only if you seek balance.’ Curious, he did as instructed—and found himself in a world where essential oils had magical properties. Inside, he discovered that each bottle of oil was labeled with a tiny compass needle pointing either north, south, east or west. Confused but intrigued, our delivery driver chose a random bottle and rubbed it on his wrist. Suddenly, he felt like he could sense which way was north even without the compass—much to his neighbor’s amusement when they met at the corner later that week.