The other night, I dreamt of two aging witches. There was also skittles involved somehow, but that's irrelevant. You know how dreams are, especially those sponsored by the Mars company. These two have been kicking around in my subconscious ever since, and become fully fleshed out characters all their own.
This really isn't enough to consider a full article, so here's a short list of fakey-fake potion ingredients I like.
-Moss gathered from the fur of a sloth
-The ashes of a brothel burnt on a Tuesday
-Dragon's blood sausage
-A silver butter knife that a virgin touched once three days before a full moon while thinking of woolen socks