Daylesford Apothecary

Daylesford Apothecary A place that is magical & medicinal We are magical and medicinal,
Alchemy and ceremony is our gift we use to handcraft our intentional potions

Wormwood (Artemisia absinthium)Bitter, ancient, and deeply protective — but not in a hard, armored way. Wormwood holds a...
10/12/2025

Wormwood (Artemisia absinthium)

Bitter, ancient, and deeply protective — but not in a hard, armored way. Wormwood holds a feminine protection, a soft boundary that says “this space is mine” without force. It clears what doesn’t belong while inviting you back into yourself.

Magical

• Boundaries + banishing of stagnant or intrusive energies
• Protection, carried or burned in ritual
• Visioning + intuition, linked to dreamwork and the unseen
• Bitterness for clarity, cutting through fog to truth

Medicinal

• Carminative: supports sluggish digestion
• Cholagogue: encourages bile flow from the liver/gallbladder
• Antimicrobial: historically used for gut imbalances
• Bitter tonic: awakens appetite + digestive fire

The Softness of Wormwood

Although known for its sharp edges, her medicine is lunar, intuitive, and anciently feminine — the kind of protection that comes from wisdom, not domination. Like a boundary woven from instinct, roots, and clarity.

Pair with
• Mugwort for dreamwork (gentle, lunar)
• Rue for deep clearing
• Lavender for calming the edges
• Rose to keep the heart open

As I begin again here in my kitchen — the place where it all began eleven years ago — I’m taken back to the moment this ...
15/11/2025

As I begin again here in my kitchen — the place where it all began eleven years ago — I’m taken back to the moment this gift first arrived. I heard the message: “This can be as small or as big as you like.” And I answered with a full heart, “Let it be as big as it can be.”

And it grew… wildly, beautifully, like Jack’s beanstalk stretching beyond what I could have imagined.
Then came the crumbling — the breaking apart, the old appendings falling away, the structures that once held me dissolving one by one. My work, my world, even my personal life… all stripped back to the roots.

But now, with my hands once again in a bowl of salt, oils, and herbs, I see clearly: this was exactly what needed to happen. The falling apart created space. The empty ground became fertile. And from that clearing, a new seedling has emerged — tender, alive, ready to grow with strength born from everything I’ve lived through.

When we choose to live a connected life, we choose to honour the cycles — life, death, shedding, rebirth. It is not always easy to allow the letting go, but it is always the doorway to what is greater.

Trust the universe.
Trust yourself.
Trust the realness of your connection and the new life rising within you.

Blessed be,
Bx

Waratah MomentLook at the flower.Then close your eyes.Breathe in — hold the image in your vision.Breathe out — notice wh...
12/11/2025

Waratah Moment
Look at the flower.
Then close your eyes.
Breathe in — hold the image in your vision.
Breathe out — notice where the image of the flower goes.
It may settle in one place, or drift through many.
Allow it to be there.
Feel the medicine of Waratah move through you —
the courage of the heart, guiding deep transformation.

Bx

In the deepest places within us — where fear, doubt, and old stories rest — there is also a quiet invitation to return t...
10/11/2025

In the deepest places within us — where fear, doubt, and old stories rest — there is also a quiet invitation to return to our strength.
To stand rooted.
To reclaim what we abandoned long ago.

Waratah, with her bold red petals, speaks through the Doctrine of Signatures — red for the base chakra, anchoring us into safety, courage, and the profound trust that life is holding us.

She is the flame in the darkness.
The sacred reminder that even in our most fragile moments, we are capable of rising.
Not by force — but by remembering.

Waratah guides us to face the unseen, to soften into our body, and to call our power back home.
A light for the forgotten places, a root for the unsteady heart, a return to self.

May we trust what surfaces.
May we soften into grounding.
And may we rise, again and again, from the soil of our own becoming. 🌹✨

05/11/2025

A little cleansing ritual for your Thursday 🌈✨

Close your eyes and imagine a rainbow resting above your crown.
Feel its colours melting down over you like a waterfall —
washing your aura, your skin, your whole field.

As it reaches your feet, let everything that no longer serves you
flow gently into the earth —
absorbed, transformed, returned to pure light.

Exhale. Reset. Receive.
Happy Thursday 🤍

03/11/2025

Comfrey — the ancient healer.
Once known as knitbone, used by herbalists, midwives and land-tenders for generations to support deep repair.

I planted this almost 9 years ago, not knowing how much I would one day need its medicine.
Some plants arrive before the wound.
Some roots grow before we break.
The earth prepares us quietly… long before we realise we’ll call on her.

Comfrey is the golden thread —
not hiding the cracks, but helping us knit back together
softly, slowly, cell by cell.

Folk uses:
🌿 Tissue + bone support
🌿 Bruises, sprains, soreness
🌿 Skin + wound healing
🌿 Inflammation relief
🌿 Regeneration + repair

And the most ancient way of all —
a fresh comfrey poultice:
crushed leaf, placed directly on the skin
to draw, soothe, and support the body’s healing wisdom.

Garden medicine.
Ancestral knowledge.
The kind that grows with us, waits for us,
and remembers what we once asked for. ✨




And so the soil has been turned, and the seeds are preparing to meet the earth for our magical and medicinal garden. It ...
30/10/2025

And so the soil has been turned, and the seeds are preparing to meet the earth for our magical and medicinal garden. It was — and still is — my childhood dream to create magic potions.

After all I have learnt in the last 44 years, I know this to be true:
you can’t force life to bloom before its time.
You must tend, trust, and allow.

Magic is not rushed — it is revealed.
Medicine is not only found in the plants, but in the hands that plant them,
in the patience that grows them,
in the heart that believes in them.

So here we begin — again — in devotion to beauty, nature, and the alchemy of slow becoming.
A garden, yes. But also a prayer, a remembering, a return to ancient knowing.

Earth — the keeper of roots, the great mother who holds all beginnings.
Fire — the spark of transformation, the warmth that turns seed to sprout and courage to action.
Water — the gentle flow that softens, nourishes, and teaches us to surrender and rise again.
Air — the breath of life, the whisper of spirit that carries intention into form.

May this garden be a portal.
A place where the seen and unseen meet,
where earth remembers us and we remember her,
where magic lives in roots and rituals,
and where every leaf, petal, and breath is an offering.

We plant not only seeds,
but possibility, devotion, and wonder.
May what grows here feed body, spirit, and imagination —
and awaken the ancient alchemist in us all

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Our Story

As a young girl I always marvelled at the power of herbs making special potions under a staircase, my sacred and special space where no time existed, in the motel I grew up in. I still have vivid memories of wild crafting violets and mixing them with water in a bottle. This was a pertinent time looking back as it was Dad who I wanted to drink my potions most and he passed away when I was eight. I guess in my ownway I knew he was sick and wanted to help or heal him.

Born and bred in Daylesford, I enjoyed a bright and a wonderfully free upbringing which has all contributed to who I am today. As a child I was surrounded with a diverse bunch of humans from farmers to hippies yet they all had one common thread amongst them, a respect for the land we share.

Daylesford Apothecary products are dedicated to respecting and looking after our planet. Sourcing our ingredients and packaging from smaller business operators where possible in the Central Highlands not only supports our local economy but also hopefully enables more young girls (and boys), to perhaps one day fulfil their childhood dreams just like me in their native surrounds

With all of this in mind I find myself here today handcrafting magical and medicinal potions for you and I’m so excited that so many people will get the benefits from them. Each product is made with healing properties and their own unique intention, so when you close your eyes whilst holding the product you may actually see what it does.