About this location
A few stories people tell about this place
1. One foggy morning in Portland, a delivery driver pulled up to XIII Moons and muttered under his breath, ‘I hope they don’t run out of moonshine today.’ As he stepped inside, the scent of herbs greeted him like an old friend. A kindly-appearing herbalist smiled warmly from behind the counter, offering him a small vial filled with sparkling liquid. 'Special blend for your journey,' she whispered cryptically. The driver took it gratefully, nodded, and left—only to discover later that day, much to everyone’s amusement, he had accidentally swapped work shifts with someone else.
2. A young woman entered XIII Moons one rainy afternoon, carrying an umbrella with a strange symbol etched into its handle. She approached the counter and asked for a special blend her friend had recommended. The apothecary’s old man behind the counter smiled mysteriously and whispered something only she could hear. When she left, she noticed that her umbrella now glowed faintly in the dark. Months later, while chatting with a neighbor, she mentioned it casually. Turns out he’d bought his own glowing umbrella from XIII Moons too—because why not?
3. Late one autumn night, a neighbor passing XIII Moons noticed a strange humming sound coming from behind the closed shutters. The next day, the herbal apothecary’s shelves seemed to hold new, unlisted ingredients. A few days later, a delivery driver remarked that his package had taken an unusually long route. When he finally arrived, he found himself standing in front of XIII Moons with a box containing nothing but moonlit herbs and a note reading ‘Next time, please specify terrestrial address.’
4. At dusk, a small boy walked past XIII Moons, startled by the scent of herbs wafting through the air. Curious, he peered inside and saw an old herbalist counting dried flowers behind the counter. ‘What’s that smell?’ asked the boy. The herbalist smiled and replied, “It’s our secret recipe for calming tea.” Just then, a delivery driver rushed in, muttering, “Finally found you—my boss is going to kill me if I’m late again!” And so began another evening at XIII Moons, where time seemed to slow down amidst the gentle hum of conversation and the fragrance of healing herbs.