Shiva Coffey Classical Homeopathy

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the quiet neighborhood of Berkeley, California, a regular customer at Shiva Coffey Classical Homeopathy exclaimed one day, ‘I feel like I’m getting better just from being here!’ The doctor smiled and nodded, but no one else seemed to notice anything unusual—until the smell started wafting through the streets. Soon enough, the whole town was talking about it—a delivery driver even claimed he could smell it from miles away while delivering packages. A neighbor joked that maybe they should open a perfume line called ‘Healing Essence’ or start selling tickets for people who wanted to take a whiff of health. Finally, the doctor confessed with a twinkle in his eye: 'It's just our new air freshener—it's lavender.'

2. Late one night in Portland, Oregon, a delivery driver pulled up to Shiva Coffey Classical Homeopathy. The air suddenly filled with an odd, sweet scent—like someone had left a jar of honey on the stove too long. Curious, the driver peered inside and found nothing amiss. Finally, the door opened slightly, revealing only a shadowy figure waving a bottle of something. ‘Take it,’ whispered a voice like distant wind chimes. Confused but intrigued, the driver accepted the offering. As he drove away, the scent lingered faintly in his car—a comforting reminder that sometimes strange things happen for no reason at all.

3. In Boston’s bustling Chinatown district, a delivery driver pulled up to Shiva Coffey Classical Homeopathy with an unusual package. ‘This is for Dr. Coffey,’ he muttered, eyeing the strange box warily. ‘And don’t ask what it is—even I’m not supposed to know.’ Inside, a regular patient asked curiously, ‘What’s in that box?’ Dr. Coffey smiled mysteriously and replied, “It’s just another homeopathic remedy—nothing to see here.” The delivery driver rolled his eyes and whispered to himself, ‘Right… whatever you say.’

4. In New York City's Upper West Side, an elderly gentleman walked into Shiva Coffey Classical Homeopathy every morning at precisely 8:30 AM. One day, he emerged with a small vial and announced to the surprised staff that he now had ‘the essence of good luck.’ Soon enough, everyone in the neighborhood started showing up for their daily dose of ‘good luck.’ A delivery driver even insisted on carrying his vial while making runs through Central Park. Then one afternoon, as the old man was leaving after his usual visit, he stopped and said to the receptionist, 'By the way, don't forget—luck is contagious!' And with a twinkle in his eye, he added, 'Just make sure you shake it well before taking.'