The Black Blood Of The Earth is the supercoffee distilled by Herr Direktor Funranium, as mentioned here passim. A bottle was recently trafficked to me by covert means — right now, it’s only available in the Bay Area, though Herr Direktor is working on that.
The day it arrived, it went straight into the fridge, hissing slightly and frightening the other bottles. The next day, I had an early start, had to head into London — and found that I was out of energy drinks and was too fucked up to attempt making coffee because it involved operating machinery. So I dumped a big shot of The Black Blood into a glass, probably in the region of 100ml, mixed it with about 250ml of chilled almond milk and threw a bit of caramel syrup into it. (I like my coffee sweet, and keep a rack of Monin syrups handy.) I slung the glass back in the hope that it’d at least keep me going until I could get a Red Bull in London — which could have taken anything up to two hours.
Four hours later, I realised I hadn’t had or wanted a Red Bull.
That in itself is both magical and disturbing, given how much caffeine my system needs to tick over.
I’m fairly sure that more intensive doses could activate previously dormant areas of my brain, possibly giving me special mental powers.