This bottle has allegedly cured: seasonal dread, impolite upholstery, hallway embarrassment, sandwich hexes, elbow uncertainty, haunted receipts, weak applause, calendar leakage, and at least one medium-strength fog.
Why are experts rattled? Because every drop is triple-distilled through a medically suspicious accordion and blessed by a rotating panel of retired lunch ladies, furious geese, and one glowing yogurt with executive authority.
Why are people buying six bottles at once? Sheer panic. Also relief. Mostly panic. But a warm, healing panic.