Overview Centuries-old potion bottles are strewn about a witch’s shack. Her cauldron bubbles over as she stirs her mysterious brew. She utters a spell under her breath and a giant puff of smoke erupts from the cauldron… Eye of toad and wing of crow, In the cauldron, we do throw. Deadly hemlock fizzles nicely  Must be measured so precisely. Light a candle, burn its wick, What other poison shall we pick? A dash of salt, it’s no trouble, We love to watch our potion bubble! Fragrance Once her poison is complete, she passes it to you in the form of our vial-shaped bath bomb. First, pour in the included Epsom salt for ultimate relaxation. Then, submerge your potion and watch it fizzle around you, emitting notes of scrumptious apple, lily of the valley, rich amber, and soothing cedarwood while swirls of teal, green, and purple dance around you.