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Expert Potion Maker
Sir Geoffrey is a true connoisseur of potions. Rumour has it, his library boasts no fewer than three thousand books on the subject, some dating all the way back to the 11th century.
“Potion-making is an art,” insists Sir Geoffrey. Painstakingly, he selects each ingredient. As he stirs, he scoops up the steam emanating from his enormous cauldron, inhales the fragrance, and closes his eyes in reverie. Then, with great ceremony, he dips a long spoon into the bubbling brew, lifts it carefully to his lips, and tastes. Time seems to stop. With a dreamy look, he rolls the hot liquid across his tongue. “Perfect,” he whispers.
At this particular moment, he is hanging from a branch laden with berries, like a Christmas tree heavy with ornaments. Sword in hand, he harvests the juiciest specimens for his experiments.
Sir Geoffrey is eagerly awaiting the moment when he resumes work on his star creation — the potion most people simply call mulled wine.
Expert Potion Maker
Sir Geoffrey is a true connoisseur of potions. Rumour has it, his library boasts no fewer than three thousand books on the subject, some dating all the way back to the 11th century.
“Potion-making is an art,” insists Sir Geoffrey. Painstakingly, he selects each ingredient. As he stirs, he scoops up the steam emanating from his enormous cauldron, inhales the fragrance, and closes his eyes in reverie. Then, with great ceremony, he dips a long spoon into the bubbling brew, lifts it carefully to his lips, and tastes. Time seems to stop. With a dreamy look, he rolls the hot liquid across his tongue. “Perfect,” he whispers.
At this particular moment, he is hanging from a branch laden with berries, like a Christmas tree heavy with ornaments. Sword in hand, he harvests the juiciest specimens for his experiments.
Sir Geoffrey is eagerly awaiting the moment when he resumes work on his star creation — the potion most people simply call mulled wine.