I was walking through the city the other day when I came upon a small shop I hadn’t noticed before. Piled high on the sidewalk were silver serving dishes, rickety furniture and dusty quilts. I made my way inside. The aisles were narrow and the space was overwhelmingly cluttered, and there were treasures everywhere. For a long while, I was stuck in front of large chest that resembled an oversized card file with dozens of small drawers. Every one that I opened held a different collection of small things: antique shaving brushes, silver lighters, sewing supplies, pipe cases. I talked to the owner for a little, who told me that they’d been there for years, but weren’t open very often. “Pretty much Saturday afternoons, only,” he said. “Usually.”
I could have explored for hours, and I could have bought so many things, but I tried to exercise a modicum of restraint. I only bought three antique elixer bottles:
The middle one says, “Balm of Life”. Also, the inscription on the back of the large bottle is amazing:
Since 1892 works wonders. This is not a polite way of drinking. Nothing in this remedy will grow on anyone. No danger of contracting the drink or any other kind of habit.
Love em.
The Projectory 
This shop sounds amazing. Little undiscovered places like that make for the best days.