See the secret

So the grass that the birds like goldfinches, put it on top of the laurel leaves in the dust of the table, yes
and it will be in the dust as soon as it dries up and the grass is dope, yes, in the dust of talk and with fat
inside pork tables, yes, keep it in a jar in the cellar, and as soon as you need three
whiskies for yourself, yes, the crown and the back of the neck, lie down and your witcher’s gaze will be a hundred times brighter.