Owner Stephanie Wang greets a dripper at the new Drip Alchemy Bar (Photo courtesy of The Alchemist’s Kitchen/ Nutridrip)
“It’s the age of integration,” explained Ingrid, the in-house herbalist on duty at The Alchemist’s Kitchen.
I would have nodded agreeably if there wasn’t a large needle jammed into my arm, delivering a pinkish-orange liquid straight into my veins by way of a plastic tube. It’s safe to say that I was probably one of the first people to shoot up on the corner of First and First since Mars Bar was torn down there years ago. But I wasn’t mainlining China White– I was undergoing the Drip Alchemy Experience, a “nutrient-rich journey” currently on offer at The Alchemist’s Kitchen, which opened in February on the ground floor of the sleek condo building that replaced Mars Bar.
The way I’ve always understood them, psychedelics are much more than extremely potent drugs– far from being toys for recreational escapism, they’re actually a means of temporarily nullifying the crushing reality of routine by rendering the everyday in the starkest, most exaggerated terms. The truth becomes obvious and untruths are revealed.
I might paint myself as sort of a lame if I say this, but I was slightly, completely terrified of what was going to transpire at the most recent iteration of an event that fell into my pipe (you could say) through the social media supply chain. You see, word on the street was this wasn’t just any underground comedy show on a rooftop in Bushwick, but a “#420 infused” vegan supper club and local standup showcase where you could pay $30 to feast on thoughtfully prepared food and specialty cocktails that you won’t find in any bar in the city (at least, not on the menu). Keep Reading »
We recently squeezed our way into Morbid Anatomy‘s sold-out lecture “Psychedelics & Death” presented by Dr. Neal Goldsmith, a New York City-based psychotherapist who practices what he calls “psychedelic-inspired therapy.” He’s also the author of Psychedelic Healing. Until recently this topic might have seemed fit only for people with Alex Grey posters on their dorm room wall and aging hippies. And of course radical artists, like Melanie Bonajo, who are concerned with the ways in which ayahuasca could maybe be reasonably adapted into Western society.
This man is an angel from heaven (Photo: Nicole Disser)
You might be surprised to hear that, for a hefty sum by the standards of most mortals, you can actually pay someone (a Registered Nurse someone, not just anyone, mind you) to cure your hangover by stopping by your home, sticking a needle in your arm and dripping liquids into your veins until they’re positively brimming with vitamin and anti-oxidant goodness. Or maybe you’re already onto this game, maybe you’re a rich bank boy who can’t possibly take a day off from destroying the world for something as frivolous as a hangover. In that case, my sincerest apologies.
Last Tuesday, Brooklyn District Attorney Kenneth Thompson announced his office would throw out (some) low-level possession of marijuana cases; on Friday, the NYPD shot back with a memo telling officers that it was business as usual. But as the DA and NYPD clash over the new directive, some critics are saying it doesn’t go far enough. Keep Reading »