[ Yuri accepts the phial with care, tilting it to observe the viscous contents within. The appearance doesn't tell him too much, but he can well imagine that consistency is difficult to swallow. ]

That bad, huh...? [ He uncorks the phial cautiously, giving it a sniff, and promptly cringes. The cork squeaks back into place right after. Goddess, that is truly foul. ] Now I see what you mean.

[ This should have been enough incentive for someone to make changes to the formula, but maybe now's the time for it. ]

If you don't mind showing me how it's made, I'll see about making this more tolerable.