A black cat prowls the rooftop. He fixes his yellow eyes on my witchen window.
I tiptoe downstairs. I tap the cooling machine with my wand. The door creaks open and a black box floats out.
Slugs of purple blood – I glug, glug, glug. Violet lips, earthy taste on my tongue.
Outside, the black cat yowls to the moon.
Then a spectacular spell! My body transforms nitrates to nitric oxide – dilating my arteries, increasing blood flow.
What is this powerful potion?
It’s only bloody beetroot juice!
The tipple of procreating witches worldwide. (Oh, and really fit people drink it too).