Poetry In Potion

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“But what hits you first when trying Osang is not blood at all. No, it’s – honey. A lot of it, actually; molten, rich, sweet. Even animalic, if such a thing exists, urinesque. With a bit of iris underneath, but not much. And some pepper and incense. Then it settles into a veil of discreet sweetness, and lasts forever. “