All I’d figured out was how to get the right concentration of oils. I learned that they could be mixed in different ways to create different effects. It was a perfect equal balance of all three, diluted by thirty percent, that put people into a dreamlike haze. A beautiful, sensual, heavenly haze. Then there was the kind that would send my father and brother into their fits. Three parts thornapple to one part jimsonweed and two parts angel’s trumpet at ten percent dilution. From my father’s notes, anything under ten percent could be fatal.