Self-care is a full-time commitment. The hours are terrible. The management is temperamental. And the ROI is, frankly, debatable.

Welcome to the Apothecary. We’ve reimagined modern coping as a luxury good, because if you’re going to deal with the chaos, you may as well do it with beautiful things. Consider this your official prescription for whatever ails you: a little something for your questionable life choices, a beautiful container for your minor grudges, and a quiet nod to the fact that sometimes, the most productive thing you can do is nothing at all. Think of it as Xanax, but for your coffee table.

This is your permission slip. Signed, sealed, and not entirely doctor-approved.

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