A potent concoction of existential dread and ontological certainty.

A magical mixture of hops and ale, guaranteed to induce intoxication and confusion.

A transformational elixir, sure to turn lead into gold, or at least a nice shade of purple.

A potion guaranteed to induce the most dramatic of monologues, guaranteed to make you the star of the show.

A mind-bending elixir, capable of making the fabric of reality bend to your will, or at least, your will bend to the fabric.