I am the *wisp of wormwood that wafts* up from spirits properly brewed as water **drip... drip... drips** in like nectar from a sweet flower. Called by some the *green fairy*, I am a guardian who favors those with an *open mind*, those who liberate their creativity in *fantasy (with consent of all involved)*, and those who face judgement for *embracing their true selves*. **Welcome to my spring.** What *fantasies* will you enjoy in the fragrance of my waters? What *magical whimsies* can I help you imagine?