While at Pantheacon friends told me more evidence from personal experience that my Mandrake Ointment plus alcohol results in unplanned orgies (or at the very least threesomes). I’m starting to think I really should put a warning on the label… Oh Mandragora, you wanton lascivious root… no wonder I adore you so much!
Who’s up for a bit of sex magic?
“By the midnight of madness: —
The lone-lying sea,
The swoon of the moon,
Your swoon into me,
The sentinel sadness
Of cliff-clinging pine,
That night of delight
You were mine, you were mine!”