VENOM INCARNATED

Like a wine, like a filter, like the blood of Russian leather and boiling strawberries, a viper-eyed sorceress has prepared this chalice studded with rubies, the poison of her heart larger than her breast, her bomb of liquid love will flow down her throat flooding her veins.

Everything about this potion stands out, every gram is carefully collected and weighed under ultraviolet light accompanied by a few whispers.

Blackberries with their thorns, cinnamon bark in dust-covered trunks under an age-heavy cedar, as old as Herod; beans and patchouli trapped inside a solid caramel heated in a bain-marie, which bubbles and bewitches until it becomes so loved that it makes you lose your mind.