“A lot of mares tell me that,” you said, picking up the bottle and staring at your distorted reflection off of its curved polished surface. If it was anything like any of the past potions you’d had, it would taste like crap, but go down easy, with the effects kicking in shortly afterwards. You laughed at the thought of people paying out their noses for something like this back home, until a serious cough began to wrack your body.