Sarah Anne Lawless, at her Black Arts Foundry web store, the Apothecary page to be precise, finally has witch’s ointments back in stock. I bought a container of her Mandrake Ointment and — like a gift from the Gods — it arrived yesterday.
Yesterday I had a migraine and … how to put this? … a very trying evening emotionally. Ms. Lawless’s Mandrake Ointment made both tolerable. I can testify that it works — it isn’t a rip-off with a token amount of mandrake, it’s the real thing. I might wish it were very slightly stronger, but only a little. As is, it is more than adequate, it’s positively wonderful.
I’d never experimented with anything from the witch’s shelf of pharmakeia before, so I thought I’d start with maybe the most benign of psychoactive plants (and plant daimons), namely mandragora. As it turns out, mandrake — Ms. Lawless’s ointment — exceeds all my expectations. —Mandrake is like a warm-hearted friend who makes you a cup of hot chocolate when you’re blue. Mandrake rubs your shoulders when they ache after a long day. Mandrake tells a joke and makes you smile when you’re crying. I like mandrake. I like mandrake a lot.
Ms. Lawless’s ointment is all that. I had my doubts but now they’re resolved. Her Mandrake Ointment works as advertised. It works even better than that, in fact.