“Behold… who left the needle, The spool and rock, and made them fortune-tellers; They wrought their magic spells with herb and image.” From Canto XX of Dante’s Inferno.

The casting of spells and divination were very serious matters long ago, and so those who practiced the black arts were to be confined to some pretty daunting parts of perdition. So, in memory of those witches here is a potion heavy with sage and floated with sweetgrass but with a magical musk in the background that bears the whole thing up like a night flight. Strong, white-spicy, and having a nice little cache of white peppercorn to it.