An old-fashioned apothecary, as witnessed during the daylong stop in Chicago made by myself, Fudge, Matt, and Rahul on our cross-country drive in May '99. We flew to Newark, rented an enormous Cadillac, and proceeded to abuse it all the way to California. We saw the apothecary at a museum of disgusting medical history (I don't remember the actual name, but that's what it was), recommended to us by Fudge's dad.