
Increases charm and clarity briefly, but risks hallucination or truth leaks.
Bonuses
- Charm
- 2
- Perception
- 1
- Hallucination Chance
- Yes
Held against a window the spirit reads clear as rainwater, and the only clue to what it actually is comes up from the rim of the glass as juniper, lemon peel, and something slightly medicinal. Drinks cold, bites warm, finishes on a note that the distiller refuses to commit to in writing.
Entry

Increases charm and clarity briefly, but risks hallucination or truth leaks.
Gin is not a drink for warriors but rather a diplomat’s dagger in a glass. Infused with fragrant botanicals and fermented regrets, it sharpens social instincts while fraying the veil between truths. Crafted in copper coils by botanists and liars. A staple of dystopian salons and rebel diplomats.
Best sipped when plotting, deceiving, or seducing intel.
“He offered me gin and asked no questions. That was the first question.”
- Excerpt from The Botanist’s Interrogation
Gin’s origins are tangled with witchcraft, alchemy, and espionage. It’s banned in three cities and worshipped in two.
Chronicle
Run out of copper stills in a distillery that sits behind the linen-cleaner on the north side of the market, using botanicals that the distiller sources from farms he refuses to name even to his own bookkeeper. The first batch of any season is sold under a slightly different label than the rest, which the regulars know and the tourists do not. A bottle kept on a shelf out of sunlight will age for years in a direction the distiller considers interesting and most drinkers cannot be trained to notice.
Art by KBVE Pixel Workshop.