New Seasons Market

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At night, when the New Seasons Market closed its doors, a soft humming began. A regular noticed it first—an eerie yet soothing melody that seemed to come from nowhere. Curious, the regular followed the sound through empty aisles until he found an old cash register softly playing Christmas carols. It turned out to be a delivery driver who’d accidentally left his headphones behind. The next morning, everyone in town knew why New Seasons always smelled like freshly baked cookies.

2. In the early morning, before sunrise, an odd scent wafted through the aisles of New Seasons Market. It smelled like fresh-baked bread, but no one could explain where it came from. One day, a regular noticed that the smell always appeared when a delivery driver named Alex was unloading boxes. Curious, they asked him about it, and he shrugged, saying, 'I just bring what’s on the list.' Turned out, the only thing different in his deliveries was a loaf of free bread for the staff each week—nobody knew whose idea it was, but everyone loved it.

3. At dawn, while a delivery driver unloaded groceries, he heard a distant whispering coming from the produce section. Curious, he crept closer and saw only shadows dancing on the shelves. Suddenly, an apple rolled towards him, saying softly, ‘Morning!’ Turned out it was just a windy day in Portland. The delivery driver laughed it off, thinking maybe New Seasons had hired a prankster neighbor for some fun.

4. At midnight, when the streets fell silent and only the stars lit up the sky, a familiar sound echoed from inside the New Seasons Market: the gentle tinkling of old coins. Curious, an evening delivery driver approached the source of the noise. To his surprise, he found an elderly neighbor sorting through a pile of ancient coins, muttering something about ‘good luck for the harvest.’ The two shared a laugh over the strange occurrence, and ever since then, whenever anyone asked about the noises after dark, they’d just smile and say, ‘Oh, it’s probably just our friendly neighborhood coin collector.’