Ah, you've really outdone yourself this time, Forename. After I grind these up to a fine powder, I reckon the spirits we brew from 'em will have people talkin'─and drinkin'─long past hippo bedtime.
They say an alchemist stumbled upon the recipe after a string of failures─he was tryin' to make an explosive liquid out of the powder, you see, but only got a liquidy liquid. At his wit's end, he decided to drown his sorrows with the tepid mixture.
Imagine his surprise when the first drop hit his tongue, showin' that what the solution lacked in blastin' power, it made up for in flavor! Wasn't long before his libation spread to every corner of the island and he was hailed as a genius.
That's the story, anyroad. Believe it or not, the brew disappears almost as fast as we can make it, so I'm sure I'll be askin' for your help again sooner rather than later...