The cauldron bubbles, the magic begins, as the hair on your neck rises like needles and pins. A tincture of love or a mysterious curse? You're compelled to find out, for better or worse. Expecting a potion so foul and unruly, you're pleased to find auras of berry, woods and patchouli! Boiling and churning, the tonic froths and quarrels; enchantment fills the air with the essence of florals. A dash of vanilla forms a bewitching mixture, so sweetly seductive for an alluring elixir! Double double toil and trouble, the spell is complete as it ceases to bubble. A scent of pure bliss, charm and radiance.