Potion Shop Sounds | Apothecary Ambience | 45 Minutes

I've been sitting here for like 45 minutes and the damned apothecary is still on her lunch break. 2 stars on Yelp.

"I have the potions you need... for the right amount of gold of course, adventurer"

I love this because: 1) POTIONS!!! 2) It helps me study 3) It reminds me to drink water (lol) 4) Did I say potions?

Potion seller... I require your strongest potions!

This is why I love Alchemy, such an underrated aspect of medieval fantasy.

This is probably the greatest thing to ever come into existence.

I listen to your stuff all the time. A lot of people tend to use it for sleep aid, but am I the only one who uses it as study ambience? This one in particular is my favorite for when I'm writing essays, or writing in general. (As an English major, you can imagine that this is quiet often.) I just love it.

Ah that pop of the bottle opening. That cork pop is just one of the best sounds!

I picture Severus being right off camera. I love it.

GoA vids are always good, but this one is extra special. The bubbling noise is so satisfying. The sounds of someone turning the pages of their books, stirring, un-corking bottles, putting things on shelves, etc. are perfect in their subtlety.

This reminds me of when I was sick 11 weeks ago with what I believe to be COVID19. I was alone and so sick without a car so I was not able to get medication. Instead I made Echinacea and chamomile tea and just tried to sweat it out taking hot baths. I survived. The sounds are reminiscent of the boiling tea and bath ..very relaxing. Thank you.

I love the utter lack of people in your videos.

I swear if anyone creates a sort of village in a medivale style without all the techonolgy and the artifice of this world, like in books, I would go live there and open my own Apothecary shop, who's with me? edit: i never noticed this got attention until 2 years later, for people being mean and condescending... like i was just fantasizing, i mean it's just a dream, ofc irl it would have to be very different and carefully made to avoid problems such as diseases and whatnot not need to take my comment so seriously. To everyone who actually gave answers and places that are similar to this idea thanks ^^ And to those who want to open that village with me and be the blacksmith, the witch, the baker, gosh it does sound amazing doesn't it~

I'm not even sure why, but I just really love the sound of a mortar and pestle.

Never have I ever seen such a positive YouTube comment section 0_0 Good job guys :3

"Nary a fancy illustration, just the goods, fair and plain." If you get this reference you've played the greatest rpg of all time

that orb is mesmerizing.

This is probably the best thing I've ever found on the Internet.

The witch that owned the potion shop, an aged woman, not entirely able to move as she used to, managed her cauldron, as all the materials were mixing slowly. Her successor, a young kid, seemingly too incapable and fragile to handle the potion shop alone, watched as the mixture slowly changed color, as the witch added each material carefully. The old witch squawked, as she realized what she'd forgotten. "Please, pass me some daisy seeds, my dear. It's by the herbs, below the shelf." she spoke in a shaky voice. The kid ran across the room, passing tables and bookshelves until he found a basket full of seeds. It was decorated with daisies, both for him and the woman, as her vision had begun to fail her, and the child got confused very easily. The child scooped up a handful of seeds, and brought them over to the witch, carefully and quickly. "Throw them in." She told the child. The child then separated his hands, letting some seeds fall into the mixture, then twisting them, throwing in the remaining seeds. The mixture quickly changed color, from a dark, sky blue to a vibrant shade of magenta, with some hints of bright pink. The kid's eyes widened, as the mixture started changing. The atmosphere in the room also changed. The aroma the potion was emitting was like fresh cake, being eaten in a well-kept garden of some sort. The kid quickly spun around and grabbed his quill, taking notes in a small notebook he kept there, next to the cauldron to make notes for later usage. The Witch gave a small smile, as she realized the mixture was ready. She reached her hand under the table, where she kept bottles. She put the bottle above the cauldron, and took a scoop of the mixture, slowly pouring it in the bottle. She scooped up two more spoon-fulls of the mixture until the bottle was full. She scooped some kind of colorful dust and sprinkled some into the mixture. She put the cork on the bottle and tied a ribbon with a piece of papyrus scroll to it. "Pass me your quill, child." She ordered. The child obediently gave her his quill, as she wrote something down. As she finished, a tall man in armor opened the door, causing a small bell to ring. The child and the witch turned their heads to face the man. The witch then spoke "Ah, Mr. Narkovia, just on time. Your potion is ready."

"Hello there Potion Seller. I'm going to battle but I want your strongest potions"