Nothing beats the thrill of the hunt. I’d tracked my prey for weeks, picking up on its earthly scent and losing it again in the valley of scattershot ideas. I’d kept chasing it as it grazed away my herb garden. Many dawns had passed. I’d paused. Nay, I let go completely. I held my breath to reflect on the vast landscape of the Sacred Lands. And there it was. My new cocktail recipe walking right into my trap… Gotcha.